That Time I Got Drunk and Saved a Demon (Mead Mishaps, #1)

by Kimberly Lemming

“Who wouldn’t want to go off on a grand adventure with a bunch of hot heroes also chosen by the goddess?” Me bitches. No, thank you.

Who needs him? Or any man! Love was for people with not enough wine in their hands!

“Know this little rabbit, I make good on my threats, but I make good on my promises too.”

I am a strong, independent woman. I run my own segment of the renowned Spicepepper farm, and I pay my own bills. I was absolutely not turned on by that.

If I thought his face was beautiful before, it’s downright unholy when he laughed.

A devilish grin sent shock waves straight to my core. “I mean, I’m going to take you as my wife when this is all over.”

“That’s it? The basis for demon marriage is killing an alligator?”

“I mean, not what I would say to the man who just beat your friend with your other friend like he was a ragdoll. But live your best life, I guess.”

“If I can rack up enough points to win you by the end of our task, you agree to be mine. How many points would I need to win your heart?”

You may call me a demon, little rabbit, but you’re the cruel party here.

I’m going to fuck a demon before this is over.

A small smile graced his lips. “Every scratch,” he whispered, his tone gentle and comforting. “Every bruise, I will pay back in fire and blood.”

Disbelief clouded my mind. Fallon was a dragon. I’d been traveling with a fucking dragon.

“Cin. You have never, in your life, been capable of being boring.”

“I can be your villain.” He whispered. “Why don’t you let me take away the burden of choice for a while?”

“Marrying a dragon doesn’t seem so bad anymore, does it?”

“Raise a glass to freedom!”

Raise a glass to freeedom, something they can never take away. No matter what they tell yoou

Tell him that despite the fear and uncertainty of the path you’re on, your desire for him burns hotter than the fires of his magic. Tell him you love him and need him. And that you want to care for him for the rest of your days.”

“My love, I’d sooner kill everyone on this ship to save you the embarrassment.”

I’m not losing him right after I agreed to chase happiness with him.

“I’m going to ruin you, little Rabbit.”

I could die from this. They’ll have to write “fucked into oblivion” on my tombstone. But glory, glory, what a hell of a way to die.