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

by Grace McGinty

I lost fifteen minutes just standing there, stroking my sweater like an idiot.

“I've decided I want to break from my old life and live in Dark River if you will have me. Even though one of them could possibly be my maker, I can't spend my life in fear. So, make me pledge allegiance, or recite I'm A Little Teacup naked, or whatever the process is, so I can start moving on from this shit storm.”

“Tsch, love, it's fine. It's your party, and you can cry if you want to,

“What in the Furby-loving-fuck?” I whispered. Brody laughed, and Judge just tugged me closer to his body by my wrist. It was then I realized he’d never let it go. My Drifter was strung tighter than a rope bunny on BDSM night.

Walker look somewhere between angry and horny. Horngry. It was a thing.