When the Moon Hatched (Moonfall, #1)

by Sarah A. Parker

“You want me to touch you?”

well this horniness came out of left field

almost stepping through my puddle of half-digested soup.

I read all those soup paragraphs for nothing

The big shirtless male with fiery hair stands in the hallway beyond, arms crossed, brow raised.

is it LUCIEN

“The cuff was a kindness, Moonbeam.

OH SHIT

milky

I wish she would stop using this word

The dragons in the sky certainly look like they’re . . . flurrting.

I hate this so fucking much