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

by Steffanie Holmes

I think you’d look very fetching in this sunflower one. Perhaps if you had the dress, a man could be taking it off you right now.

Period clothing in a country pub is a vibe. And that vibe is sexy AF.

“My name’s Danny. What’s yours, love?” Danny leans in even closer. I jerk away as his stubble brushes my cheek. “I want to know what name I’ll be screaming later.”

“I heard you tell our lovely barkeep Lilac that you’re going to be staying above the pub tonight. Lucky for you, I’ll be down the hall. I could sneak over later. You can be my Republic of Ireland, since lookin’ at you my penis is Dublin.” He leers at me with a smile that I suspect is supposed to be charming. “I want you to taste my lucky charms.”