Cupid On East 89th Street

“Promise me you’re not dangerous," I whispered. He smiled. “I make no promises I can’t keep.” Eliot is everything I shouldn’t want—smooth voice, slow hands, secrets buried behind those blue eyes. I’m just a receptionist with a loud mouth and a habit of falling too fast. But someone is killing again. Every 13th, killing only lawyers and leaving letters carved behind the ear. They say love is blind. Mine might be fatal. Because Eliot’s hiding something and I’m the girl who finds it and I realize that Cupid wasn't shooting arrows, it was something else. But the question is, will he kiss me one last time— Or leave me with a letter carved behind my ears?