I bought this for J.L. Merrow's story and was not disappointed. Another wonderful, witty gem from her. There's a trio of witches, a mohawk-wearing sax-playing street performer, and the silver fox he fantasizes about--and lots of silliness.
Some favorite quotes
"The wind was blowing in from Siberia so hard I could smell the Vodka and the borscht."
"I'd explain who I was talking about, but you've been paying attention, haven't you? You know I mean my silver fox. Him with the strokeable hair, the bright eyes, the broad shoulders, the stubble just waiting to burn my skin when he kissed me, the powerful frame to weight me down as he fucked me--
Ahhhh...
Would you pass me that box of tissues? Thanks."
"Neil. That's my name, not an order."
Har-dee-har. Okay, going to just chuckle to myself softly here. Thanks to J.L. for another hot little snicker-fest.