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.

Fair

Bash and I were raised together after his father took me in.

That’s some new info…

sounding an awful lot like none of my business.

Very smart

“You’re doing this because you couldn’t get bitches?”

Snaps all around

You smell like old cheese and a mother’s regret.”

Even more snaps

“Mm-mm, tough talk from a guy that just got the shit smacked out of him by a man small enough to fit in my purse,”

“My, you sure love to talk. Ever wonder what it would be like if you stopped?”

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

Honestly the humor in this book is great

“Alright, so the basics of Omegaverse are

I’ll never be able to explain this book fully to anyone