Spicy sapphic horror rom-com

Spicy, swoony, queer romance that you shouldn't read late at night 

What’s worse than being hunted by a horrifying entity of darkness? Oh, wait, I know—falling in love with the woman you’re supposed to protect, and who annoys the hell out of you.

Rory:

Listen. I enter prizefights in my spare time and hunt ghosts for a living, so I know a bad idea when I see one. And the moment I set eyes on Layla St. James, the gorgeous, bossy, and *mean* heiress who wants to hire me as a bodyguard, I know she’s a very bad idea. I mean, the whole situation, but especially the part where the first moment I set eyes on her I went completely non-verbal. Why the hell did she have to be my exact type?

But…something killed her father. Something that’s not human. And now it’s hunting her, and she’s desperate.

I’ve always been a sucker for a sob story. And hell, guess I’ve always been really good at bad ideas.

Layla:

I do not like people in general. I especially do not like people who are loud, chaotic, and just a little bit goofy. Enter exhibit number one: Aurora West (or Rory, as she calls herself)—snarky, orange-dyed hair, unbelievably annoying, an attitude the size of Vancouver Island. Oh, and also disturbingly hot. However, she is the most experienced ghost hunter I could find, and possibly the only person who might be able to keep me alive. But I’m coming to realize there’s a lot about Rory I didn’t know: the fact she has some connection to a mysterious society of supernatural hunters that calls itself WRAITHS. The fact that the thing hunting me also has an interest in her. The fact that, despite my best efforts, I think I might be falling for her.

Which is stupid, of course, and I am absolutely going to tell her that.

If we survive. Which I am beginning to doubt.