Lovely Bad Things (Hollow's Row, #1)

by Trisha Wolfe

When others look away from a morbid scene, I look deeper.

She was an unhealthy craving I had to satisfy.

She was like gravity. The moon goddess herself controlling my tide. Then she became the spider. And she spun me right into her web of pain.

Gaze probing, he says, “I’ll try my best. But you don’t make it easy, either. With your pouty sprite mouth and infuriatingly intoxicating scent. You’re fucking mayhem on the senses.”