Kiss Me Dead
By- Dale Ibitz
Genre- New Adult Urban Fantasy/Romantic Suspense
One curse . . .
Christian, a nineteen-year-old reaper-human hybrid enslaved to the Other World to harvest souls, earns his freedom by making a bargain with the Goddess of Death. As part of the bargain, he’s been cursed with the kiss of death.
One kiss . . .
The only way Christian can break his curse is for an angel to kiss him. Willingly. He finds Brooke, a nineteen-year-old descendant of a Naphil whose destiny is to hunt rogue reapers, suffocating in a semi-agoraphobic cocoon since witnessing a reaper steal her brother’s soul.
Two destinies . . .
Christian has found the angel who can break his curse, and the seduction begins. To break her phobia’s hold, Brooke embraces her angelic role and makes it her mission to kill rogue reapers to avenge her brother’s murder. Christian can break his curse by kissing Brooke dead . . . but will she figure out his game and kill him first?
““William, but my friends call me Billy.”
She poked her tongue in her cheek. “So tell me, William, what this guy wants with me.”
“Well, Brooke, it’s simple. He wants to kill you.”Trouble in paradise?” the almost-reaper asked.
She sighed. “Are you still here?”
Wetting her lips, she asked, “Why are you here? Somehow that getting-to-know-me excuse sounds like some lame pick-up line from the 1900s.”
“Ow. That one stung.”
He tilted his head. “You see them, right? The reapers?”
She studied the silver glistening in his eyes. Her dry throat locked when she tried to swallow, and she mentally smacked her palm against her forehead. Talking to a reaper, even if he wasn’t quite all reaper, was stupid. It was time to get level.
She made to push past him, but he moved in front of her. She bounced off his chest.
“I’m not just a reaper, Brooke. I’m half human.”
“How is that possible?” she whispered.
“Long story.” He inhaled deeply, closing his eyes. “Gods below, but you smell good.” It seemed to take an eternity for him to open his eyes again. As though hypnotized, he twirled a strand of her hair. “Did you know your hair is the color of honey?”
She slapped his hand away.
“You know, I came to warn you, but you’ve been so incredibly bitchy maybe I won’t.”
“Warn me about what?”
“You can’t hide behind walls. Reapers can sense you—your body is like a marquee of heat—and someone’s noticed. Someone like me.”
He laughed. “Almost-reaper, I like that. Technically, though, I’m a secucro.”
“Why does this secu-whatever care about me?”
“You’re kind of a descendant of a watcher, and he wants you.”
“I’m a what?”
“Isn’t that what you do? Watch us?”
“Not unless I can help it,” she muttered, wishing she’d stayed locked in her room. “So, who is this guy?”
“Just do me a favor and don’t talk to any almost-reapers but me. Promise?”
Brooke was about to agree, but something inside her stalled her words. She was very careful about making promises, because she had a tendency to knock herself out trying to keep them. Why should she promise this almost-demon anything, anyway?
“No,” she said. “I’m not even planning on talking to you.”
Almost-reaper chuckled and headed for the door.
“Wait,” she called. “What’s with the warning? What’s in it for you?”
He smiled slowly. “Maybe I have my own plans.”
A creepy-crawling feeling inched down her arms. “Who are you?”
About the Author
Dale Ibitz was born in Connecticut, grew up in the state of Washington, and then re-located back to Connecticut as an adult, where she studied English at Central Connecticut State University. Always a lover of books, she spent much of her childhood reading, visiting the library (her best friend’s mother was a librarian), and writing. In sixth grade, she placed 3rd in a writing contest, and she’s never stopped.
Dale’s a fan of hiking and the outdoors, seriously good writing, and she never, ever starts the day without chocolate and coffee (preferably together). Music inspires her, and she likes to listen to alternative metal.
If you were to visit Dale’s house, you'd meet her husband, 2 kids, their dog Lea (most people simply refer to her as The Beast...and for good reason), their cat Luna (affectionately known as Loony Luna), and a couple of loud-beaked parakeets.