Promises and Pomegranates (Monsters & Muses, #1)

by Sav R. Miller

How I’d drag her to the depths of Hell but convince her she’d gone to Heaven, using my tongue to write wordless poetry on her sensitive, swollen flesh.

If Elena is even half as divine as the fruit in the Garden of Eden, I absolutely understand Eve’s surrender.

“You’re going nowhere, my little Persephone. I didn’t bring you back to my island just so you could leave, and I’m certainly not relieving you of your sentence. You’ll serve it at my goddamn side as the queen of my little underworld, and all your family will ever be able to do is watch.”