Wolf, Willow, Witch (The Gideon Testaments, #2)

by Freydís Moon

Her victory stood before her, twitching his cute-ass ears, wiggling his puppy nose, alive and formidable. She fought the urge to boop him.

Armie Hammer, Ivanka Trump, a wild raccoon. Fuck, marry, kill.” Lincoln chewed slowly. “Fuck Armie Hammer, kill the Trump princess, marry the raccoon.”

Every woman knew that feeling, the suddenness of becoming prey.

It was like watching dolphins fuck in front of children at the aquarium.

HUH?

“Well, call me Tucker Carlson, because I must be a fuckin’ idiot, but aren’t you gay?”

What a sad, sorry thing to watch a murder take place and expect an absent god to intervene.