Fangs for Nothing (The Nevermore Murder Club and Smutty Book Coven 1)

by Steffanie Holmes

I may be a hot mess, but at least I’m a fun hot mess, like a runaway train filled with glitter and Jammie Dodgers.

Tell her what? That nightmares aren’t real? But they are real. I am real.

Loving her will destroy me utterly. But I am more than ready to be ruined.

“I am jealous of the sun, for it kisses your skin where I cannot. I am jealous of that coffee you’re drinking, for it touches your lips …”