How to Howl at the Moon (Howl at the Moon, #1)

by Eli Easton

“Okay. What about this. Can you make up a few buckets of compost tea in the greenhouse? And then maybe you can help with dinner. Lance said he’d be done with work early tonight so he should be here any minute.” “Fine,” Lily sniffed. Then her eyes narrowed and darted around the grass. “Rabbit!” And she was off.

This killed me dead. Ded. 🤣

“Attached? Is that like there’s an invisible thread going from here.” Tim put his hand on his heart. “To here,” he touched Lance’s breastbone, his eyes wide and purposefully dewy. “And if we got too far apart it would snap and I would commence to bleed inwardly?” Lance rolled his eyes. “God help me. Now it’s Jane Eyre.” “Aha! How do you know it’s Jane Eyre?” Lance’s face went a little pink.

Own your Eyre fandom, Lance! 🤣

“Why do we have to survive them?” It was a child’s question, or that of an angry man who thought life was crueler than he himself would ever be. “I don’t know, Roman.” “I was something with him. I had a purpose. I don’t know who I am like this.”

Okay, who snuck in FEELS when I'm used to laughing?? Ambush! Poor Roman.