Butcher & Blackbird (The Ruinous Love Trilogy, #1)

by Brynne Weaver

Being a serial killer who kills serial killers is a great hobby … Until you find yourself locked in a cage. For three days. With a dead body. In the Louisiana summer. With no air conditioning.

“Oh my God. I knew it. I fucking knew they had it wrong. It had to be a woman. The Orb Weaver! Such a

cool name. The intricate fishing line, the fucking eyeballs. Amazing. I’m such a huge fan.”

The Orb Weaver. I’m sitting across the table from the fucking Orb Weaver. And she’s fucking beautiful.