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

by Grace McGinty

“Oh. My. Freaking. God. This tastes like unicorns vomited rainbows and carebears onto my tongue, and everyone is having a party. This is the best thing I have ever put in my mouth.” I wasn't exaggerating.

It is okay to let it out, let your sadness be free, it is the only way to heal,”

I purred, sashaying toward him. Well, what I assumed was a sashay; hopefully it didn’t look like I’d fallen in the shower and dislocated my hip.

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

I was going to drown in all this machismo one day. Everyone dreams about how amazing a harem would be, but in all honesty, that's a fuck tonne of testosterone all day, every day. Quite frankly, I was considering quitting them all, and asking Angeline and Alice if they want to make their duo a trio. Pity I liked dick so much.

Was it too much for him, all this sausage in the one McMuffin?

Multi-colored rainbow frosting extruded from the corners of his lips like a rabies epidemic in Equestria. That’s where the My Little Ponies live. I was a Pony fan. Don’t judge.