Sophie Lark

I Loathe Alastor Shaw.

The city of San Francisco thinks we’re rival artists.

In truth, we’re predators battling for hunting ground.

We never chased the same prey. Until the night we both laid eyes on Mara Eldritch.

Shaw wants to use her as a pawn in his twisted game.

I’m fixated on her for a different reason…

She makes me feel things I never thought I could feel. Want things I never wanted.

Only she can make me lose control.

I don’t know if I should protect her at all costs… or destroy her before she ruins me.

Mara knows I’m no saint. But she has no idea she’s dancing with the devil…


The Lark Notes:
I have always been fascinated by true crime, as well as by villains and anti-heroes. A serial killer is, of course, the ultimate anti-hero — the baddest of the bad boys. Redeeming a character who starts so evil was a challenge that inspired me to entirely new heights and entirely new depths. Come on this darkly sensual and utterly brain-bending ride with me! — Sophie

"There Are No Saints” is the first book in the Sinners Duet. Reader be warned: this book contains extremely dark themes that might be triggering to some. This is a steamy serial killer romance that will take you on a journey through the twisted mind of an artist on the brink of madness.

Sinners Duet: Book 1

There Are No Saints

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Sophie Hutchings

I feel no sympathy. No guilt. Those are emotions I've never experienced. I'm aware, academically, of the full range of human emotions. I've studied them intently so I can mimic their effects. But they have no power over me. What I do feel, I feel intensely: rage, revulsion, and pleasure.

"Evil men always want to justify what they do," she says. "And it's not by telling you all their reasons. No .. . they want to push you, and bend you, and break you until you snap. Until you do something you thought you'd never do. Until you can't even recognize yourself. Until you're as bad as they are. That's how they justify themselves... by trying to make you the same as them."

She fucked on that painting, and then she hung it on my wall. I'm struck anew by the absolute insanity of this girl.

Levi-Mae 

‘I don’t love men: I love what devours them.’

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