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

by Nicole Scarano

Death was a cruel and intoxicating master, enslaving not only its victims but also the living caught in its wake.

but all that emerged was the rich voice. It was death and sex.

“But I can assure you, Detective, I may be evil, but I am not the evil you’re hunting.”

“You can’t hide from me, Detective. I can smell you.”

Her thighs burned white hot, but she did not yield.

Surely Bel’s eyes were tricking her, because flying out of the darkness like a demon was her pitbull. The dog growled with a ferocity she had never heard from him, and he plowed into Alcina so hard, the force shook the ground. Cerberus didn’t stop as he dug his teeth into the blonde’s shoulder, and both witch and dog rolled violently to the forest floor.

I let your pitbull out then, but I’m faster. Thank goodness for him, though. I might have killed you this time if it weren’t for that dog.”