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

by Kimberly Lemming

My mind was far too jumbled with terrible things, like emotions.

Sweet dancing baby goats. This man is a monster made out of every book lover I’ve ever pined over.

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