Promises and Pomegranates (Monsters & Muses, #1)

by Sav R. Miller

I learned I quite enjoy the taste of brutality on my tongue. Love the way it blossoms like a flower springing from the earth, igniting a compulsion like no other.

If this is hell, lock me up and throw away the key.

“If you’re jealous, I’m a goddamn psychopath.”

“You don’t ever look anywhere else when you come on my tongue, little one. Eyes on me, and my name on those pretty lips.”

I loved thee, though I told thee not, Right earlily and long, Thou wert my joy in every spot, My theme in every song.