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

by Kimberly Lemming

have you lost your mind? Did you come here so I could help you find it?

My cheesy-baked-potato-loving ass wasn’t much for running, but I could do it in a pinch.

I do not know if my tits were built for murder. I don’t even think they were built with my back in mind.

“The only thing running from you is your hairline,”