Cloudy with a Chance of Witchcraft (Grimm Cove, #1)

by Mandy M. Roth

“No, Thomas, she opened your fly and your dick fell out, along with your common sense.

And the South Carolina town was hardly normal to start with. After all, most of its residents were supernatural, and almost all the rest knew of the existence of the supernaturals.

I’m like the Grim Reaper of nature. This is also why I refused to get a pet and did not have any crotch goblins. I don’t care for things well.”

“You want support, get a jockstrap. I’m here for life’s ugly truths,”

My stone-cold, ride or die, backup bitches. Men had come and gone, but my friends had remained tried and true.

“Blah, blah, I was a hot babe, people adored me, blah blah. Get over yourself, bitch. And learn to

grow old with grace and poise like the rest of us.”

“Calm down, Sparky, or I’ll toss a squeaker toy at you to keep you occupied.”