Mistlefoe (Mead Mishaps, #1.5)

by Kimberly Lemming

There was something to be said about a woman with the confidence to unleash hell with a long sword. Men tended not to mess with you once they saw you swinging a fine blade like it was nothing. Possibly why I was still single at thirty-two, but who’s counting? Men are dumb, and are seldom worth the bother.

I sent up a silent heartfelt apology to human men everywhere. Once word got out that demons were out here tonguing down women under beautiful illusions, it was over for normal men. “I see.”

Wars could be solved with baths. I was sure of it.