Finn’s a failure—at necromancy and life in general. “It’s not my fault,” he’d insist, looking deep into your eyes as he lifts your wallet. You’d catch him, of course. Because he’s a failure.
Veruca, on the other hand, is competence personified. She has to be, working as a Reaper directly under the Prince of Hell. When Finn shows up in a stolen sport coat and uses Veruca as cover from his murderous mistress’ glowering goons, she finds the one thing she may not be so good at: resisting Finn’s handsome face.
RATTLE hits all the best marks, delivering sex, laughs, romance, and action. Read it to follow along with Veruca and Finn as they fall in love, discover each other’s bodies, and try to save Finn from himself.
“Take your clothes off,” Veruca said, the second they were through the door.
“Just like that?” he asked, intrigued by her demand, already lifting his hands to his shirt. She passed him without another word, heading into his room and disappearing around the corner toward the bathroom. He toed off his shoes as he heard the shower running, frowning after her. Stepping around the corner to find her at the edge of a foggy bathroom tearing open a plastic wrapped bar of soap, he slid off the shirt and tossed it behind him. “Now you.”
She smiled at his invitation but stayed clothed, handing him the bar of soap. “Wash those sticky hands.”
“These?” He slid one arm around her, pulling her close, still convinced she was flirting. He felt her hand slide around his hip
before she brought it up between them, holding her wallet up but keeping her eyes on his.
“Yes. Those sticky hands.”
He looked solemn and earnest, refusing to look at the wallet. He wasn’t sure why he’d grabbed it. She’d been more than generous and he had so much tucked away for safe keeping, he certainly didn’t need it. But, she’d left her bag open a touch too long at the restaurant after paying and old habits, etc.
“I have no idea how that got there.”
Without another word, a smile still parting her full lips, she stepped out of the circle of his arms and left him alone. He turned slightly to watch her go, wondering what had just happened, but she called out from the living area.
“Shower. Come out when you’re clean.”
About the Author:
Olivia loves cats, action movies, and vegan candy. She won an award for her writing in high school and has been insufferable ever since. Rattle is her second novel out, so if you like what you read, check out her blog for another book set in the Preternatural Pacific Northwest!