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

by Kimberly Lemming

Biceps are nice, but so is not having my guts eaten by an orc.

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.

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.”

A thrill went up my spine at his words. “Am I really? We don’t need to have a ceremony or register with the church?” “Darling, we burned down the church.” “Oh yeah.” No idea how I forgot that.