Tacos, Wolves and Abnormal Behavior
Grimstone Island, #2
Romance, Paranormal, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Fantasy, Contemporary
| Author: | Rochelle Pearson | ISBN: | 9781386967330 |
| Publisher: | Rochelle Pearson | Publication: | June 19, 2018 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Rochelle Pearson |
| ISBN: | 9781386967330 |
| Publisher: | Rochelle Pearson |
| Publication: | June 19, 2018 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
***BOOK 2***
A paranormal romantic comedy
WELCOME AGAIN TO GRIMSTONE!
Clearly, you're not sane..
Taco lover, werewolf wild child, my name is Kokoa Lovell. (Pronounced as cocoa). I'm an honest-to-goodness, denial wearing- f*ck-up. My love life contains themes of extreme complication, washboard abs and mind-blowing romps in the sack. It's okay though. I swallow the crazy sh*t life is bringing in buckets because I really don't want to deal with what's important... like finally facing my scarier than split ends great grandfather -- the head honcho himself and why his decades long absence has come to an end in time for my birthday. And wondering why I collected lust cards from three different guys.
The next few days I face is sure to be a cluster--f*ck of epic proportions, during which, I will learn the following: It's cute to cuddle with a lion but dangerous when he's keeping secrets... Flirting and making hubba-hubba eyes at a vampire is just asking to get your neck chomped on. And sending Polaroid pictures of your ass to a dragon is all fun and games till he decides to kidnap you.
My solution: Eat a ton of birthday cake then run like hell.
*Warning: For readers 18+. Contains sexual content and explicit language/dialogue.
***BOOK 2***
A paranormal romantic comedy
WELCOME AGAIN TO GRIMSTONE!
Clearly, you're not sane..
Taco lover, werewolf wild child, my name is Kokoa Lovell. (Pronounced as cocoa). I'm an honest-to-goodness, denial wearing- f*ck-up. My love life contains themes of extreme complication, washboard abs and mind-blowing romps in the sack. It's okay though. I swallow the crazy sh*t life is bringing in buckets because I really don't want to deal with what's important... like finally facing my scarier than split ends great grandfather -- the head honcho himself and why his decades long absence has come to an end in time for my birthday. And wondering why I collected lust cards from three different guys.
The next few days I face is sure to be a cluster--f*ck of epic proportions, during which, I will learn the following: It's cute to cuddle with a lion but dangerous when he's keeping secrets... Flirting and making hubba-hubba eyes at a vampire is just asking to get your neck chomped on. And sending Polaroid pictures of your ass to a dragon is all fun and games till he decides to kidnap you.
My solution: Eat a ton of birthday cake then run like hell.
*Warning: For readers 18+. Contains sexual content and explicit language/dialogue.
