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.

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

“I didn’t gouge them out, Butcher. I plucked them. Delicately. Like a lady

“That woman you were watching …?” My fingers tighten around his throat as he desperately nods. “She is mine

“You’re all the best things to me, Sloane. No matter how many bruises are in your heart or on your skin.”