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354 pages, Paperback
First published May 24, 2016
Dear Grim,
Thank you for the splendid erection. You sure know how to make a girl feel special.
Sincerely, Sassy
You are such a little ray of sunshine. Don’t you ever get tired of blowing rainbows and Skittles out of your ass?
She would love him so hard, so completely, so openly and without fear that the universe would shudder at her recklessness.
A rush of possessiveness swept over him; gratitude and relief as well. He was home from the hunt at last.
She was part Muggle and part dementor, with a heaping helping of Tinker Bell thrown in, thanks to a high-octane fairy cocktail.As much as I liked Grim in this installment of the series, I liked Sassy Peterson that much more. She was a sassy survivor. A pickle princess and step-daughter to a chicken tender tycoon. In other words, Sassy was living in high cotton. But when the southern debutante gets overexposed to fairymones, she starts to change, and in more ways that just her new sparkle and rainbow hair. She was also terminally perky. And for some insane reason, I had a connection to her character. I think it was the hair. As a curly girl myself, I know all about hairmageddon. Now, I am not at all a perky person, but I think she rubbed off on me. I was amazed that Sassy didn't get on my nerves, so I think that's proof that Lexi George is able to infuse her writing with fairy essence that infected me as I was reading. I loved that Sassy was able to charm everyone and that her sassy sunshine was so well-received. I just really liked her fairy-ness, it was a lot of fun.
Oh, I'm Scottish, you know, and I always wear plaid,I received an advanced copy of this book from Lyrical Press via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review. 4.5 stars / 3 flames.
'Cause my balls are so big, and I am so bad,
And my legs only reach from my butt to the ground,
And I fart all the time, 'cause I just like the sound.
Oh, I'm Scottish, you know, and I always wear kilts.
And the lasses all like the way that I'm built.
And I blow my butt trumpet through valley and dale,
And the lasses all say that I sing with my tail.