Honeysuckle

She's soft smiles and sugar cookies.
He's bloodstains and bullet wounds.
Neither of them is what they seem.

When a string of bodies start piling up, Detective Azrael Cross is pulled into a case that feels too precise to be random. And when he meets Petunia Quinn-a woman too delicate for the world he lives in-he tells himself to walk away.

But there's something about her. Something off.

Petunia bakes pies, giggles at horror movies, and keeps a secret darker than sin.
Azrael hunts monsters. But he's hiding one in his mirror.

They're both lying.
They're both watching each other.
And eventually, someone's going to slip.

Because you can only dance with death for so long before it asks for a kiss.