Newly Undead In Dark River (Dark River Days, #1)

by Grace McGinty

My new life was going to be different. I was going to be different. I wasn't going to be obedient; I wasn't going to conform. I was going to be who I was supposed to be, the person I'd buried deep beneath social expectations. Because you only lived once—well, twice—and I wasn't going to spend eternity being a doormat.

“Oh. My. Freaking. God. This tastes like unicorns vomited rainbows and Care Bears onto my tongue, and everyone is having a party. This is the best thing I have ever put in my mouth.”

I wanted him, wanted him like a cheeseburger at one a.m. after a big night of tequila shots.

Beer and breakfast seemed to be a very irresponsible life choice. Then I looked around at all the handsome men at my table. Sometimes a little irresponsibility had wonderful results.