Mistlefoe (Mead Mishaps, #1.5)

by Kimberly Lemming

It turned out even the most zealous doomsday prepper wasn’t too keen on a battle-ax shouting sex jokes at all hours of the day.

The sword let out a loud snort. “I love that you’re willing to let a man you just met clap those cheeks, but not those emotions. Respect.”