Seduction of a Psychopomp: Erogenous Hand Holding and Other Ways to Tame Your Reaper

Summary

I won't live to see my twenty-ninth birthday unless I make a deal to marry Death.

An arranged marriage to a grim reaper? Whatever keeps me on this side of the dirt.

My new husband Victor is formidable, built like a god, and . . . is scary supposed to be this sexy? Because it's kind of sexy. The problem is he doesn't seem to get this whole marriage thing. Every time I approach him for company, he scampers off like a disgruntled cat. I'd be fine with letting him have his space, but I can't help being reminded every time I look at him that a girl has needs. How can I lure my new husband into bed? And is it even possible to win the heart of a reaper?

Contains mature themes.