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Read Cursed With Benefits on KindleUnlimited. “Okay. I’m the adult here. I can manage one moody vampire.” A soft sound came from the hallway—an ancient creak that suggested my housemate might be awake. Then I felt that stillness that washed over me again. I took a deep breath, squared my shoulders, and whispered to myself, “Self regulation first. You don’t need a random vampire to ground you.” I had a plan. A solid, therapist approved plan: stay positive, stick to routine, keep my anxiety low and my vampire exposure lower. I was armed with sticky notes, affirmations, and an aggressively cheerful watermelon print outfit. I was fine. Until I walked to the kitchen and found Cristian perched on the counter, poking Alexa with a fork. “What the hell are you doing?” I demanded, clutching my stack of neon sticky notes. He didn’t flinch. “You must truly love fruits,” he said, studying me. “You seem to frequently wear their image upon your person.” I glanced down. Watermelons today, lemons yesterday. Right. “Focus, Dracula. Why are you stabbing my smart speaker?” He tilted his head. “I am attempting to release the witch trapped inside this black cylinder.” “You’re what?” He gestured calmly to Alexa. “You should not leave a trapped witch unsupervised.” He said it so seriously I almost admired the commitment. Almost. Then Alexa’s blue ring light pulsed. Cristian tensed, eyes sharpening. “It speaks again.” “Oh my god.” I rubbed my temple and grabbed the fork out of his hand. His gaze flicked from Alexa to me—and stopped. His brow furrowed. “Your midsection is uncovered. Were you attacked?” I froze. “What?” He gestured vaguely toward the cut out in my dress. “Your garment is incomplete.” “It’s fashion.” He muttered, perfectly deadpan, “Then fashion has lost its shame.” I pointed the fork at him. “Get off the counter before I lose mine.” He did not move. So, I ignored him, slapping another sticky note onto the cabinet door. He watched. “What are you doing?” “Placing quotes from my therapist around the house.” “For what purpose?” “For my inner healing. And anxiety management.” He blinked, as if I’d spoken in Latin again, though he would probably understand that better than modern English.

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I laughed so hard reading this book!

House-sitting a creepy mansion was supposed to be easy—until Nadia accidentally wakes up a grumpy vampire lord who’s now magically bound to her.