Impromptu Match (Goliaths of Wrestling, #1)

by Lily Mayne

Are you, Mindy? Are you really glad, or is your eye twitching slightly as you eat it because deep down, you know lemon cake is what the devil would choose to torture all the damned souls in hell with?

“Can we watch depressing British soaps and make out on the couch?” God, that sounded perfect.

Holt was so weird. I loved it.

‘That’s right, baby, fly toward that lightbulb. Fuuuuck, you’re a dirty little bogong moth, aren’t you?’

“I’d be proud as fuck if someone said I had a magic bussy. Or whatever the fae version is. A fussy? Fabussy?

A team of Lizard Mafia Grannies, armed with machetes and brass knuckles? Holy crap.