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

by Kimberly Lemming

Someone should put a warning sign on that man—Abs for days.

Fallon balled up his fists in frustration, but no fire engulfed his arms this time. Which was fine. I guess. If you liked men who kept their shirts on.

I am a strong, independent woman. I run my own segment of the renowned Hotpepper farm, and I pay my own bills. I was absolutely not turned on by that.

“You intend to feed me swamp spiders?” he asked, raising a brow. “No, I intend to feed us a swamp delicacy! You do not know what blasphemy you are spouting!”

“Is the Cheese Queen OK with us robbing a cargo ship?”

His masculine scent was like a siren’s call, and I was a sailor trapped at sea for way too long.