Preservation (The Walshes, #7)

by Kate Canterbary

She was pregnant with baby number two and liable to turn into a fire-breathing honey badger when hungry.

Alex's ass was meant to be squeezed, spanked, licked, bitten. Fucked. That I'd managed to speak to a white-haired lady who seemed irrationally protective of her gin and tonic while touching that ass was proof of the higher powers.

Beer. Soul food for sad fools.