Psycho Devils (Cruel Shifterverse, #5)

by Jasmine Mas

Mentally, I was a slut. Physically, I was terrified of intimacy. Spiritually, I didn’t like men.

Usually, I ignored the kings. Their opinions were like male thongs. Useless. Disturbing. And literally no one asked for them.

Straight women were so weird. Yes, I was straight. I didn’t want to talk about it.

“They muddy the waters to make them seem deep.”

A few yards away, they hoisted boulders alongside Sadie’s mates. Apparently, all the men had woken up today and thought, I want to lift something and put it down for literally no reason.

I’d said it before, and I’d say it again: men were deranged, and they should all be shot. On sight. No questions asked.

There was a reason I’d never liked Sadie’s romance books. A man was no woman’s savior. Never had been. Never would be.