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.

“I see you fucking my oldest daughter in my house, even though she’s been engaged to someone since her conception.”

Touch has a memory. O say, love, say, What can I do to kill it and be free?

“I will find you. And you will regret it.”

“You treat all your house guests like prostitutes or just the ones you need something from?”