Eat Your Heart Out | A Dark Romcom
Signed by the Author
In-Store Location: Dark Contemporary
I DIDN’T EAT PEOPLE. JUST MEN.
First of all, I’d like to set the record straight. I wasn’t a cannibal, ʼkay?
I didn’t eat people. Just men. I ate their hearts out before they ever saw me coming. Figuratively, of course. Most of the time.
Sometimes a girl had to do what a girl had to do. And sometimes what I had to do was fry those suckers up with a little bit of buttermilk and enough shortening to give ya coronary.
I wouldn’t ever apologize for it.
Which was something else you should know about me. I was unapologetic. Then again, so was he. Else the hotshot with a blade bigger than his d*ck wouldn’t have barged his way into my little apartment without so much as a “my bad, sorry for disturbing you, ma’am.”
And I wouldn’t have been forced to tie him to a chair and teach him some manners. But here we are, ain’t we?
Just a sweet little Southern girl and the big bad pickle-diddler who thought he was about to get his rocks off.
Guess it wasn’t his lucky day. Sure was mine, though.
Eat Your Heart Out is a dark standalone novella with a HEA. Please heed the trigger warnings at the beginning of the book.
Spice Rating: 🌶️🌶️🌶️
Tropes: female serial unaliver/cannibal, forced prox, masked MMC, grumpy/sunshine, one bed
Content Warnings: overall sexually explicit & violent content, cannibalism (intentional & unintentional), death & murder, desecration/improper disposal of a corpse(s), graphic injuries, stalking/B&E, tattling to mother, overuse of southern euphemisms (trust me), light blood play, nonconsensual use of a makeshift cock ring, mental health rep, dubcon/CNC, edging, use of poison, mentions of gambling addiction, mentions of alcohol and drug use/abuse, bondage, masked assailant, obsession with Dolly Parton, “Titanic” references, overuse of hair spray, and more…