Not So Thanks in Advance (Warts & Claws Inc., #3)

by Clio Evans

pink. “What the fuck?” “What do you mean what the fuck?” I asked. “Why the fuck are you coming to work shirtless?” “Because I’m fucking invisible,” he said, staring at me like I was a ghost.

The possibility that I had stepped into an elevator with the two individuals in the world who were my mates, was impossible.

“Tell me now. What do you want for breakfast? A demon and a witch? Or some of the fucking bland eggs and toast.”

“Don’t run,” Billy growled behind me. “If you run, I will have to catch you.”

I was now sandwiched between a six-eyed demon and a tentacled monster, and both of them were hard for me.