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278 pages, Kindle Edition
First published December 14, 2018




“I have never envied him more than I do in this moment, and I’m seconds away from stabbing him…if I can find anything to stab him with.
“Where’d you get the damn cookies?” It’s the most ridiculous question to ask with such an urgency to one’s tone.
“From the only Portocale gypsy who wouldn’t have any clue just how big of a deal it was,” he tells me.
“So what’s the cost?” I ask him like nothing else matters.”



REVERSE HAREM?!?!?!?!?!?!








“I didn’t come here to talk about you. I came to talk about me,” I remind him.
“Why do I give a damn about you? I’d much rather talk about me,” he volleys, narrowing his eyes.
“I don’t exactly feel safe,” the monster girl says to the monster hunter, who has no idea she’s a monster.
It’s been a while since anything has captured our interest. Most things have grown redundant or boring over the centuries, but a Portocale with no fucking clue who we are? Seemingly has no clue about herself, although she certainly knows she’s a Portocale?
It’s the makings of my newest obsession.
“I didn’t come here to talk about you. I came to talk about me,” I remind him. “Why do I give a damn about you? I’d much rather talk about me,” he volleys, narrowing his eyes.







