Promises and Pomegranates (Monsters & Muses, #1)

by Sav R. Miller

In the days since the flash drive showed up on my porch, we’ve settled into a sort of routine; I’ve been working overtime trying to find the culprit—to no fucking avail—and she spends hers ordering shit with my credit card and trying to figure out how to use it. The first day, it was fishing. She ordered a neon pink pole and matching tackle box and was up and out of bed at four in the morning, prepared to put her research to the test. She was back inside within an hour, huffing about how no one told her fishing was so boring. Another day was stargazing, though she passed out before the best constellations appeared. I only know because I haven’t slept since her arrival, sitting in the living room armchair each night with a bottle of scotch, trying to get up the nerve to join her in bed. But there’s a reason she hasn’t seen me naked yet, same as why I can’t let myself be that vulnerable next to her. The cartography of my body, though lean and sculpted through years of rigorous exercise, is marred with many blemishes. Evidence of my evil deeds tattooed permanently into my skin. All of that has nothing to do with why I haven’t fucked her yet though. There really isn’t a concrete reason behind that fact, just the reality. When I fuck her, I want to do it right, and I don’t want to risk losing a hard-on because I’m too busy thinking about the people coming after us or how my plan is unraveling before I’ve even executed it.