How to Trust a Hellhound (Hellhounds of Paradise Falls, #4)

by Shannon Mae

Suddenly I was just so tired. Not like have-a-nap tired, but more a bone deep weariness, like everything was just too much. Like I could just go lay in bed for a few years because I was so exhausted with life. It all seemed like too much.

“Want me to kick his ass?” he asked. “I’m small, but I’m feisty as fuck.”

Pumpkin tastes like old socks and regret,” Q ranted.