He didn't believe in curses. Then people started paying for hurting him.
A force hasn’t stopped protecting him yet.
Cross him, and something keeps score. It used to just hurt people. Now it kills them.
He flung a steak at a stranger.
Then fell in love with him.
Chase Quinlan just wants to get through Christmas Eve without falling apart. His father is gone, his career is gone, and he hasn't let anyone close in years. Then a stranger sits down at his table at The Goose and Scepter, and a steak ends up in the man's lap.
That stranger is Miles Whitmore, city royalty with more money than patience, and he can't stop thinking about the awkward, guarded man who threw dinner at him. Miles wants in. Chase wants to warn him off, because something has protected Chase for years, and it does not share.
For years the rule held: whoever hurts Chase gets hurt back, exactly as bad, no worse. Lately the rule is breaking. Detective Malhotra is counting bodies. Chase is counting the days before Miles finds out what loving him actually costs.
“Some of my characters fall in love. Some of them don't make it to sunrise. Sometimes both.”
Something Is Still Watching Him
A steak-throwing meet-cute. A curse with a body count. A detective who can't explain any of it.