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

by Kimberly Lemming

All around me, people danced and sang to the drunken groove of the village baker laying his soul down on his trusty lute while his wife backed him up with her flute.

What a start lol

We dressed in plain clothing and tried not to stand out in the village to avoid being picked.

Could be pick me, could be self-preservation. TBD

bro.

My sister in Christ...why is there modern slang in this book????

“I’ll grow on ya.” “Like a plague,”

“I’m not sure what’s more convincing than the threat of death.”

Fair

“Until the last phylactery is destroyed, you are mine,” he growled low in his throat. “I will dispose of anyone who impedes that.”

Oh???

No less than three days into the journey, and I was tits out in the bayou with the man who threatened my home.

I don’t think I’ll be letting you go after we finish this quest.”

Oooooo

“I mean, I’m going to take you as my wife when this is all over.”

Well that escalated quickly

“You’ve known me for four days!”

I like her. She’s reasonable.

His hair was all but gone, except for a ring of scraggly hair going from his ears to the back of his head. I don’t know why balding men choose to keep that. Just shave it off.

Preach