Bind blood, bind magic, bind souls… I know what you’re thinking… How does a Witch born into the Westerly Bloodline, one of the Original Eight families no less, mess up a resurrection spell? Well, it was fairly simple, if I’m honest. Instead of bringing Tillie back, I summoned a Demon. Specifically the Prince of Death. It wouldn’t have been such a big deal, if I wasn’t now betrothed to the Grim Reaper himself. I hope he knows this doesn’t mean I’ll be celibate. Sometimes we have to make sacrifices for the people we love. Just like I did for Tillie. But sex with strangers will not be one of them. Except with the resurrection of Tillie, which sounds like the title of a crappy horror film, come a lot of unforeseen issues. Not the ones you’d expect either, like teaching Tillie how to twerk. Bigger issues. Like hunting down one of The Forsaken, before they steal my future husband’s soul. You know, the serious stuff. And to top my craptastic week of chaos off, comes the not so sweet cherry, in the form of four persistent and obsessive men hell bent on tempting and teasing me into submission. I just wanted to enjoy some haunted houses with my no longer dead bestie, maybe binge eat my weight in candy corn. But here I am, once again, in the center of all the trouble. Dragging everyone down with me. This is a Why Choose Romance. The FMC has multiple love interests, and she gets to keep them all. Check your limits. This story is light, but my characters are always damaged in some way or another. Releasing before Halloween