Yvette | The Saucy Bookshelf

“Sloane,” he says, his eyes soldered to my lips. My name is a whisper of salvation and suffering as he says it again. A thick swallow catches in Rowan’s throat. “I can’t lose you.” “Then you’d better kiss me,” I whisper back. Rowan meets my eyes. His hands warm my cheeks. We’re just a breath of space away from one another, and I know everything will change once his lips touch mine. And it’s true. Everything transforms with a kiss.”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird

“Constantine”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird

“My hand folds around her throat, one finger at a time pressing into her skin, her pulse like music beneath my palm.”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird

“close my eyes. We shift in our embrace, moving together like two dark creatures intertwined, flowing with the current of the world around us. “I’m not going anywhere,” I whisper. “Just home with you.”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird