That Time I Got Drunk and Saved a Demon (Mead Mishaps, #1)

by Kimberly Lemming

Who needs him? Or any man! Love is for people with not enough wine in their hands!

With an equilibrium entirely hampered by my love of wine, I stumbled out of the dancing crowd into the food stalls in my daring quest for more cheese.

Thankfully, my family’s farm was close enough to the village that I could stumble my way back with enough booze in my system to kill a moose. I know; I’ve done it a dozen times or so.

Outside, my two favorite horses, Crash and Smash, neighed and fidgeted. No doubt they too grew frustrated at this heathen and his inability to grasp the concept of good food.

Without looking back to see if he took the offer, I sat back on the bank for a moment, hiding my head in my hands as I came to a harsh realization: I’m going to fuck a demon before this is over.

“What if the evil demon seduced you away from your better judgment?” Warm lips graced my ear, making me shiver. “I can be your villain,” he whispered. “Why don’t you let me take away the burden of choice for a while?”

“Why is the bed covered in cheese?” “You don’t remember?” Fallon put his arms behind his head and settled back down. “Last night, you demanded we bring you cheese and then stated that you were the cheese queen.”

I could die from this. They’ll have to write “fucked into oblivion” on my tombstone. But glory, glory, what a hell of a way to die.