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137 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 27, 2023
I've been aware of the existence of werewolves for all of an hour, and they are already by far the most overconfident douchebags I've ever met. And that's saying a lot. Hell, I am an overconfident douchebag, and these people give me an inferiority complex.
"Let's start with the basics," I say. "You already know my name, so what's yours?"
"Brad Miller," he answers, hiccuping as he takes another swig of beer.
My God, he is so enchanting.
"Brad Miller," I murmur, mulling over the subtle poetry of his name. That's a name I could growl during sex.
"Fuck," he grits out, and I realize only then that he's clutching his stomach. "Bro, I think I've got dream appendicitis."
Fucking hell, maybe I am a little bit gay. Like... one percent. Maybe one and a half.
He spreads my cheeks and his tongue slides up my crack and it immediately skyrockets to five percent.
"Reindeer are real, Brad." "Yeah, sure, and I'm sure there are pixies, too," I say with a wave of my hand. "We've already established your world is fucked up."