Angol
Wanted: one demon hunter. Beware the matchmaking ghosts.
After years managing a haunted hotel and estate, I thought things were good. Sure, the ghosts can be a handful-nosy, opinionated, interfering-but they're also friendly and fun. We have a system. Everything was under control.
Cue hysterical laughter.
But after a minor blip with a demon in the basement and a vortex to the spirit world, the ghosts swear they have no more secrets. The danger is gone, and we've done everything we can to make the vortex safe. It should be fine. Nothing's come through it for fifty years.
It's never that easy at Mannix Estate.
Lucky for us, the demon expert we met online is willing and able to help us out. I'm so grateful, I'd willingly kiss his feet. Until he arrives and opens his mouth.
Connor is... a jerk. But he's a sexy jerk who's doing us a favor, so I'm going to be polite no matter what. Even when he makes me mad. When he flirts hard. When the roof falls in and we have to share a bed. When we realize the vortex upstairs is just the beginning.
Suddenly, Connor's real strengths shine. Beneath the smoking hot yet annoying surface is a heart of gold, and I don't think I can hold out against it... or that I want to.
