Audited By The Anubis

AUDITED BY A MONSTER—sounds awful, right?

I knew I shouldn’t have opened my door, but when a seven-foot descendant of a death god comes calling, you answer.

Especially if this Anubis is from the government, but I don’t have anything to hide from the IRS.

Right?

Right?!

Turns out, my mom—a.k.a. my business accountant—does.

Now, every time I turn around, he’s there.

Assessing.

Advising.

Arousing me until I can’t think straight.

But I don’t need a stranger to fix my problems. I’m doing just fine on my own, and I swear the only thing crumbling in my life is the topping on my amazing fruit cobblers.

Will I let Ahnou past the defenses I’ve built around my heart, or is my fall about to get taxing?