Scythe & Sparrow (The Ruinous Love Trilogy, #3)

by Brynne Weaver

Eyeballs … again. If it’s any consolation, I don’t know why I keep writing them into books because eyeball shit freaks me the fuck out Also eyelids. Yep. We’re there now I’m not sure as I really ruin cotton candy as much as maybe just defile it Possibly sausages and/or hot dogs Ill-advised use of staple guns Are drug-addicted raccoons a trigger? Debate! Clowns Sexy clowns Medical trauma including serious injury, ambulances, open fractures, puncture wounds, blood loss, hospitals, surgical recovery Impaling (not the sexy kind, but okay … that too) References to domestic physical abuse (not depicted), psychological/emotional abuse, sexual harassment, threats and intimidation, misogyny Injured dog—but if you’ve read Leather & Lark, you already know Bentley will be fine! He’s too grumpy and badass to die Parental neglect, child physical abuse (not depicted) Numerous weapons and sharp objects, including knives, guns, baseball bats, metal hooks, an edge beveler—you should be used to these by now Detailed sex scenes, which include (but are not limited to): adult toys, primal kink, cum kink, anal, rough sex, sexual acts in public Explicit and colorful language, including a lot of “blasphemy.” Don’t say I didn’t warn you! There is a lot of injury and death … it’s a book about a doctor and a serial killer falling in love, so I feel like that’s probably a given

For those of you who read B&B and L&L and said, “Hell, I’ve already endured the ice cream and pizza, I might as well keep going” … you truly are my people. This one’s for you!

If you hit someone in the back of the head hard enough, you can pop their eyeballs right out of their face.

“To be honest, I was relieved it wasn’t the raccoon again. Do you know how hard it is to get a codeine-addicted raccoon out of a ventilation system? Fucking hard.”

“Fucking Barbara,” he hisses. I grab a crutch and hop up onto my good foot. “Yeah, fucking Barbara. Let’s fuck her up,” I say, whipping my knife from the sheath at my back. “Who’s Barbara?” “The raccoon.” I blink at him as Fionn pockets his phone and strides to the table to grab his truck keys. “Aww, I don’t want to fuck her up. She sounds cute.” “Trust me, she’s not so cute when she’s gotten into the medication cabinet. Or the break room. Or basically anywhere.”