Gypsy Rising (All the Pretty Monsters, #5)

by Kristy Cunning

“I’m going to need to save my apples for now, but I have something you’ll appreciate.” “If it’s lacy and black, I’m in for that one as well. Dibs on the Devil’s three-way this time,” I tell him very seriously. He gestures to the pregnant shifter’s belly, giving me a silencing look. “It’s not like it knows what I’m saying,” I dutifully inform him. And I thought Emit was stupid.

“I wonder if she poops food since she talks shit.”

That fucking wanker. I’m going to tear off the wanker’s wanker and give it to another wanker who wants a wee wanker.

“She’s like Beetle Juice. We said her name one too many bloody times,”