Dating cupid eve langlais
Roxanne knows where she’d like to shove Cupid’s arrow.When they meet, sparks fly–the lusty kind–but they both know from experience, love hurts. Her head fuzzy from a cold, she clutched her paper bag from the pharmacy to her chest as she slid lazy feet along the hallway to the bedroom. She just couldn’t be heard over the pants and groans she followed to the bedroom.Being born a female automatically means staying home and birthing the next generation of warriors. Meet the antichrist, destined to take over the world, the son of perdition, the laziest guy you'll ever meet.But that all changes when the dead start to rise and he meets a hot chick who isn't afraid to fight them.
Eve Or sign up for my new release email list at Happy reading! Being the Antichrist is all well and good, but how is he supposed to know how to bring about Armageddon? Almost dying puts some things in perspective for Reaper. Problem is, exactly where does a retired assassin meet the right kind of lady?
Roxanne turned on her heel and walked away, smirking to herself as she heard the blonde castigate Kyle in shrill tones for giving her a venereal rash. On her way out the door, she spied the mail on her side table.
One envelope in particular caught her eye with its pink color. Before leaving for the gym and a frustration-melting workout, she hit the concierge’s office and left strict orders about having Kyle escorted from the building with no option to return.
She paid a high monthly fee for her condo security, and she intended to make good use of it.
Her rage carried her but only until she reached the privacy of her car in the underground garage.