Not the Witch You Wed (Supernatural Singles #1)

by April Asher

Linc Junior

Absolutely not

the lion shifter was a self-proclaimed charmer who made a young Hugh Hefner look virginal.

Also. Ew

Linc dumped his champagne in the nearest planter.

We don’t waste good champs sir

“Violet Maxwell! You’ve been hiding from me!” Evidently not well enough …

Relatable

Like pine and leather.

Rowan vibes

It was just a matter of boys being boys,” the bear shifter scoffed.

Barf

Boys eventually turned to men and then their actions, fueled by a childhood of getting away with shit, amplified by ten.

Hear hear

He stopped stroking his tail. “How did you … wait a minute. Was I played?” “Mm. Like a violin. It’s Misha’s way of hazing new volunteers. She lays down a bet, does a little hocus-pocus to speed up the cleaning process, and voilà. Bet won.

We Stan queen misha

“Doesn’t swearing get you angel demerits or something?”

😂

He chuckled, his gaze veering toward Olive, who stood ramrod straight, her attention shifting from her dusty books to the hot, tatted-up angel. Vi caught her sister visually objectifying Bax’s broad chest and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. Olive blushed.

Yum, I want a Bax book stat

Way too hot for her own good, she fanned herself with her shirt. “You okay?” He spotted the flush in her cheeks.

Just fuck already 🙄

“Don’t apologize.” He cut her off, rescuing her tortured lower lip with his thumb. “Don’t apologize for something you don’t want to do. Ever. Especially when it comes to sex and your body.”

King shit

Their date had not only left her with a case of lady blue balls,

It’s called a vibrator babe

“Not every woman owns a satin nightie, you know.” Vi leaned into his touch with a breathy sigh. “And sleeping naked is only done by someone who’s never rolled over midsleep and nearly ripped off a nipple.”

Amen

serious discussion of why men’s pockets were so much deeper than women’s.

Why the fuck are they smaller than women’s?!

“Coup-coup-cachoo, baby.”

We love a Beatles reference

“Yes to you! I love you, Lincoln Thorne. You’ve always been the thorn in my backside, but you’re my Thorne.

Laaaaaame