Blindsided (Harris Brothers World, #2)

by Amy Daws

I licked battery acid off the grasscutter because it was blue, and I thought it might be candy floss. The paramedics assured me that I was wrong.

“I love my cat, but if the choice was between me smelling my own arsehole or Hercules having to meet his maker, he’d have to go.”

“I think about everybody’s willies. That’s what family is for.” Booker winces. “No. No it’s not, Tanner.”

God, he is a cheeky bugger, and he deserves a severe walloping for this one. Or perhaps a tiny poke to the penis? No, that’s taking it too far, Freya.

“Now, will you please get on with taking a full-body photo of me while I’m holding a book for scale so men can really grasp the actual circumference of my arse?”

I even love how you sound like Hagrid from Harry Potter when you’re feeling poorly.

“He was having so much fun with Hercules I think the wee bugger just crapped himself with happiness.”