Little Sip of Sin (Creature Cafe, #2)

by Clio Evans

Even the darkest of creatures had a yearning in them— a yearning to be cared for. To be loved.

All of them hated the snow. Well, except for my werewolf friend Al. But Al was weird.

“My name is Dracon,”

DRACONNNNNNNN 🥳🥳🥳

The coffee shop had saved me. The Barista had saved me.

The Barista had friends in low and high places. He was known for protecting the innocents from monsters, and I was just another human in the line of humans he had kept from death’s greedy hands. Sometimes it made me wonder about him. Why did he think he had to save everyone and help them find love?

At this point I’m so addicted to the baristas slowly developing story that I will read all of these fucken books even if the rest somehow suck

Dell ginned like a boy. “Oh, come on, man. It was a good distraction.” “It was a perfect one, but now my spaghetti is questionable,” Dracon grumbled.

Ignore the typo (bc who fucken cares) I LOVE that he’s upset over his spaghetti

There were three things Mr. Dragon-Bastard didn’t know about me. One, I refused to be degraded as human. Two, I wasn’t going to be commanded like a dog. Three, I knew kung fu.

“I’m a human, and you’re a monster, and I can’t think of a better combination.

“You taste…” he moaned, getting every last drop from his mouth, “…like a little sip of sin. Absolute perfection.”

My favorite thing about this author is she writes the title of her book into the dialogue

“Hi. Sorry, Dante is possessive.” “Protective,” Dante corrected, rolling his eyes. “Possessive,” Dracon, Rum, and Peter said simultaneously.