Autopsy of a Fairytale (Autopsy of a Fairytale, #1)

by Nicole Scarano

He was named Cerberus after the three-headed hellhound of Hades, and that name felt prophetic. The Cerberus of myth guarded the Underworld, and the black pitbull guarded her darkness. Her furry beast with a beautiful soul.

This break my heart so much

“The killer knew how tall, how heavy and wide Lumen was. They also encased him in some of the most beautiful furniture I have ever seen, a piece Brett Lumen himself would strive to produce. A furniture designer entombed in the works he loved most.”

Bel is going all CSI here

“The statue is a rosebush, and that’s not his heart. Those are rose petals.”

A chill when down my spine when I read this

She was all darkness, and he was her light. She dwelled among the demons, but his smile was a gift from the angels. They complemented each other,

Cerberus is a good boy

“My mom passed away years ago, but I’m the youngest of six sisters.” “Six girls? God bless your dad.” Bel nudged him in mock disapproval. “He loved having daughters. We all turned out differently, though. I’m the only one who followed in his footsteps. He was the chief of police before he retired.” “He must be proud of you.”

Love this little bit here, it is a call back to the original Beauty and the beast, where Bell has five siblings, two sisters and three brothers.

Brett Lumen had been carved into a chandelier, turned into the furniture he cherished. Emily had been shaped into a spoon to stir the life-sized mug of coffee, becoming one with the liquid she claimed flowed through her veins instead of blood.

Hannibal, anyone?

Safely locked away in her cabin, Bel spent the rest of her evening with her main man, the one she trusted more than any human besides her father. As she cuddled the furry beast, she read, hoping to dream of curly brown hair.

What a good boy she has here

“Detective Emerson?” She should ignore him. She shouldn’t respond, but his orbit was impossible to escape, to resist, and Bel turned to face his hell black eyes. “Be careful.” He smirked, showing off those beautifully sharp teeth. “You never know what kind of predators are out here.”

Let me guess he is "the beast" of this retelling

“You shouldn’t be here, Detective.” Bel froze as Eamon’s powerful voice echoed through the house, booming off the walls and slicing into her nerves. “You can’t hide from me, Detective. I can smell you.”

This is kind of hot