Carnal Urges (Queens & Monsters, #2)

by J.T. Geissinger

Sweet baby Jesus, I wish I knew Morse code. I would blink this asshole such a terrorist threat with my eyelids that he wouldn’t be able to sleep for the rest of his life.

“Would you like to know what runs in my family, little cat?” There’s a voice between my legs screaming, Boy, would I! but with a valiant effort, I ignore it.

“Tá tú mianach, cailín milis. Mianach.”