Bitter Notes (Second Sets, #1)

by Aly Beck

“You touch me with that finger you want to stroke my face with, and I’ll bite it off. I’m like that llama—no touchy-touchy. I don’t even know you,” I grit out, eyeing the offending finger like a damn Twinkie.

When one dick disappoints, move on to the next one for a better ride?

holy eggplant in the pants, Batman.

he can eat eggs and fuck off.

I swear he’s possessed by a demon or something. “The power of Christ compels you,” I murmur under my breath, flinging fake holy water in his direction.

But I’m a strong, independent woman who just happened to need her men to fight her battles.