That Time I Got Drunk and Yeeted a Love Potion at a Werewolf (Mead Mishaps, #2)

by Kimberly Lemming

Potatoes are by far the most versatile crop. You can fry them up, bake them, or throw them at undesirable men who refuse to leave you alone.

Anyone who doesn’t have the tits for murder should stay towards the back.” My knees shook with the weight of her words. I do not know if my tits were built for murder. I don’t even think they were built with my back in mind.

“Is this whole cult just a cop-out for men who can’t talk to women?”