Pinky Promise (Gummy Bear Orgy, #1)

by Rebecca Rennick

I’m kissing a strange man in the middle of the street.

Beating the shit out of another person without them pressing charges is a great way to exert agitation and release tension.

“Oh shit, this is Lala. Why is Fawn sending you spank bank photos of Lala’s ass?” he asks, eyes still glued to the phone.

few of the employees tilt their heads to get a better view of her ass as she passes, and for some reason that makes me want to fire them all.

With all that pink rosiness, she reminds me of Strawberry Shortcake. But in an X-rated way.

I save Henry’s number in my phone and name it Mr. Grumpasaurus.

“What in the fresh pink hell is this?”

I can cook, and just because my house used to be a twinkie teen delivery vehicle doesn’t mean I can’t cook properly in it.