My summary: Rowan and Sloane share a hobby in common—they are each a serial killer who only kills serial killers. Having never met before, Rowan, the Boston Butcher, rescues Sloane, the Orb Weaver, from a cage at a murder crime scene that went wrong, when he stumbled across her while he was chasing a mark they were each apparently tracking. The chance encounter turns into an annual hunting competition, and their friendship turns into love. As Sloane and Rowan each have to face down their own demons, they have to also watch their backs from threats left in their wake. 

My thoughts: This book is utterly unhinged and I didn’t hate it, not even a little bit. Very Dexter-esque vibes. It is NOT for the squeamish. This is a very, very dark, smutty, witty, absolutely insane ride of a book. Parts of it made me actually laugh out loud and parts of it made me set it down to take a little walk to get away from it for a minute. This book is all kinds of fucked up, yet somehow so over the top that it’s funny and I was completely entertained. There’s quite an exhaustive list of trigger warning in the front so if any of it is a deal breaker for you then just skip this one. But the rest of us unwell people will be eagerly awaiting the next installment of this series.