Brynne Weaver

The viral friends to lovers dark romantic comedy full of murder, chaos and sizzling chemistry. Every serial killer needs a friend. Every game must have a winner. When a chance encounter sparks an unlikely bond between rival murderers Sloane and Rowan, the two find something elusive - the friendship of two like-minded, pitch-black souls who just happen to enjoy killing other serial killers. Stalking across the country, the two hunters collide in an annual game of blood and suffering, one that pits them against the most dangerous monsters in the country. But as their friendship develops into something deeper, the restless ghosts left in their wake are only a few steps behind, ready to claim more than just their new-found romance. Can Rowan and Sloane dig themselves out of a game of graves? Or have they finally met their match?

Butcher and Blackbird

“Oh my God. I knew it. I fucking knew they had it wrong. It had to be a woman. The Orb Weaver! Such a cool name. The intricate fishing line, the fucking eyeballs. Amazing. I’m such a huge fan.” 

Sophia

foster a raven and it will peck out your eyes.

“I didn’t gouge them out, Butcher. I 

“Maybe… but at least you think I’m pretty!”

“I thought I told you once not to let your prettiness get to your head,”

“Just had to check that you still think I’m pretty.” 

Dark hair. Full lips slanted in a smirk. Tattoos that climb the side of his neck from beneath his collar.

Big fucking trouble by the name of Lachlan Kane. 

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