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

by Kimberly Lemming

Biceps were nice, but so was not having my guts eaten by an orc.

Clearly, the gods had favorites, and I wasn’t one of them.

Demons and goddess shit should be left to the Chosen One. I was just the Tired One, so I’d leave it at that.

Ass-whooping alligators, I actually did it!

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.

“Contrary to whatever stories of demons and monsters you’ve been told, the sight of a quivering, crying woman does nothing for my arousal. You are safe from me tonight.” “Tonight?” I asked. Fallon gave a wry smile and winked. “I said I might grow on you.”

I couldn’t tell if I was relaxed or aroused. Both? The situation as a whole was ridiculous. No less than three days into the journey, and I was tits out in the bayou with the man who threatened my home.

His coal eyes took me in with a downright predatory expression as a crooked smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.“I don’t think I’ll be letting you go after we finish this quest.”

“So, are we going to talk about what you said last night?” “What’s to discuss, my love?” I flinched at the casual promotion from Rabbit to Love. “That! Right there, what is that about?” Fallon leaned closer and draped an arm around my shoulders. “Do humans in your culture not use pet names?” He furrowed his brows and thought for a moment. “I could say ‘Honey,’ but it doesn’t quite fit.” “You shouldn’t be calling me either! My name is Cinnamon. Or Cin for short. I’m not your wife either.”

“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?” I’d… never been so turned on in my life.

I don’t know when his scent began to make me feel like the world fell away, but it did. It just felt right. He felt right. “How

It was almost like catching rapture in a bottle, its euphoric softness, a kind of aching desperation to feel it again.

So I did nothing but give in to the bone-deep ecstasy he was so hell-bent on delivering.

made me feel like a feast set in front of a starving man.