Forked (A Lighthearted Utensil Romance, #1)

by Ruth Cardello

Holding the fork in one hand, I meet my cat’s gaze. “This is why I have to have sex with someone, Mike. I’m beginning to find inanimate objects sexy.

“Your favorite fork. I can’t explain how or why I was in that silverware, but it’s why we don’t feel like strangers. I know the taste of you. I’ve been in your mouth so many times. You’ve held me, licked me, washed me .

Could a magnetic blast turn someone into silverware?

My time as a fork hasn’t diminished my abilities.

My fork. I fucked my fork. I was forked.

All I know for sure is that I’m falling in love with a fork.

“Can we have children? Would that be safe? Would I be birthing cutlery?”