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.

With the force of every woman tired of broke men’s audacity, I yeeted the drink straight at Jack’s head.

Maybe if our relationship didn’t pan out, I could work out joint custody of his tongue.