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

by Kimberly Lemming

Having ten kids running around my quiet home sounded like a punishment for past life grievances.

Words… how speak? “Umm,” came my eloquent response.

“Who abandoned you, sweetheart? I’ll bring you his head.” “Whoa there, killer. I appreciate the offer, but I doubt having my dad’s head on a pike will be that great of a closure.”

If one more fucking thing tried to eat me, I was going to burn the world to the ground.

“There is a deeply forbidding aura in this water, and it is not coming from me.”