The Siren's Reaper

Hazel

I'm a siren who can't sing. But I don't need magic when I have my daggers. A well-placed blade is more effective at shutting people up anyway.

I built my life on being untouchable, content in the shadows . . . until he barged into my life with a smile that screams trouble. Dean Blackburn. The Grim Reaper with the personality of a caffeinated golden retriever. He's cocky, arrogant, and grins like a goof when I glare at him. He's hellbent on tearing down my carefully built walls, but getting close to me is a death sentence.

For twelve years, I've been hiding from the monster who thinks he owns me. And when he finally claws his way back, I'm forced to face the truth. The only thing more terrifying than my past is losing the only love I've ever known.

Dean

I'm the Grim Reaper, the Horseman of Death, and for eighteen years, I believed I'd never have a soulmate . . . until fate dropped her in my path. Hazel Seagrave.

Finding out my fated mate is a gorgeous, sharp-tongued, dagger-obsessed Siren who is completely unfazed by my charms? Best. Day. Ever. She thinks her past is a death sentence for everyone around her, but she's forgetting who I am. If some two-bit Mermen King thinks he can hunt what's mine to cherish . . . he's about to learn I'll set his whole kingdom on fire to protect my mate.