That Time I Got Drunk and Saved a Demon (Mead Mishaps, 1) by Kimberly Lemming
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A USA Today Bestseller • An Amazon Best Book of January 2024 • An IndieNext List Pick

"One of the freshest voices in fantasy romance! This book has it all: spice, humor, and a world I want to get lost in." —Katee Robert, New York Times bestselling author

Spice trader Cinnamon’s quiet life is turned upside down when she ends up on a quest with a fiery demon, in this irreverently quirky rom-com fantasy that is sweet, steamy, and funny as hell.

All she wanted to do was live her life in peace—maybe get a cat, expand the family spice farm. Really, anything that didn’t involve going on an adventure where an orc might rip her face off. But they say the goddess has favorites, and if so, Cin is clearly not one of them.

After Cin saves the demon Fallon in a wine-drunk stupor, Fallon reveals that all he really wants to do is kill an evil witch enslaving his people. And who can blame him? But now he’s dragging Cinnamon along for the ride whether she likes it or not. On the bright side, at least he keeps burning off his shirt.…

Praise for the Mead Mishaps series:

"A hilarious, down-to-earth romance with magic, adventure, and intrigue. What's not to love?" —Talia Hibbert

"Sexy, witty, and fun as hell—That Time I Got Drunk and Saved a Demon is the instant mood-boost we all need." —Hannah Whitten

"Hilarious, hot and full of heart, That Time I Got Drunk And Saved A Demon is exactly what you need in your life. Right now. Go pick it up because it is the cure to any reading funk and might even clear up acne. I’m serious. It’s that good." —Avery Flynn

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0316570273

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288 pages

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Publisher

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Publication date

January 01, 2024

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5.25 x 1 x 8.25 inches

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Editorial Reviews

“One of the freshest voices in fantasy romance! This book has it all: spice, humor, and a world I want to get lost in!”―Katee Robert, New York Times bestselling author

"A hilarious, down-to-earth romance with magic, adventure, and intrigue. What's not to love?"―Talia Hibbert, New York Times bestselling author

“Sexy, witty, and fun as hell—That Time I Got Drunk and Saved a Demon is the instant mood-boost we all need.”―Hannah Whitten, New York Times bestselling author

“Hilarious, hot and full of heart, That Time I Got Drunk And Saved A Demon is exactly what you need in your life. Right now. Go pick it up because it is the cure to any reading funk and might even clear up acne. I’m serious. It’s that good.” ―Avery Flynn, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author

"Delightfully spicy and full of heart, this is the perfect escapist fantasy rom-com—a must-read series for readers who always roll to seduce when they play D&D. Cozy fantasy fans look no further."―Nadia El-Fassi, author of Henna & Hexes

"Hilarious banter, cheeky anachronisms, and hot and heavy lovemaking punctuate this full-throttle adventure. It’s good fun." ―Publishers Weekly

"Delightfully over-the-top and raunchy, this fantasy romance takes the laugh-out-loud rom-com sensibilities (and explicit sex scenes) of Talia Hibbert or Ali Hazelwood and wraps them up in a loving send-up of some of the fantasy genre’s favorite tropes. Readers who appreciate its irreverent silliness will be glad that there are already two more volumes." ―Booklist

"A quirky, steamy fantasy that’s just what the romance genre needs."―Kirkus

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Chapter 1

I had only two things on my mind: cheese and how to get home. All around me, people danced and sang to the drunken groove of the village baker laying his soul down on his trusty lute while his wife backed him up with her flute. Drums beat to the rhythm of stomping feet as the village came alive with the Hero’s Call festival.

It had been a long time since the goddess Myva called upon one of us lowly humans to join the never-ending battle against the monsters trapped behind Volsog gate. As if by some evil clockwork, the gate would weaken every fifteen years. Every manner of myths and monsters would flood through its passage and wreak havoc from our glittering coasts to the deep harsh mountains of the North, where only the maddest of men lived.

None of that, however, was why we were celebrating. No. The reason for our village-wide riot was the fact that we would finally be rid of the uppity brat that was chosen. Priscilla was a fine girl, if a little full of herself. Until her face appeared in the sacred chalice during the Great Calling. Each time Volsog gate opened, the goddess will shine a light into each of her four temples to call forth her chosen heroes to fight back the demons and close the gate once more. A high honor, to be sure. But everyone loved to conveniently ignore the minor issue of our heroes not always coming back.

It was an honor that I had NO desire to be a part of. I was fine with letting Priscilla and those other fools go off and die. I’ll stick to selling my spices, thank you very much.

My self-preserving habits made me a bit of an outlier with the other girls in town. “Who wouldn’t want to go off on a grand adventure with a bunch of hot heroes also chosen by the goddess?”

Me, bitches. No, thank you.

Biceps were nice, but so was not having my guts eaten by an orc.

Nevertheless, the promise of finding love with a handsome hero from another village was more than enough incentive to get many women praying for the day they’d be chosen as Myva’s “lucky” winner. Maybe we all just grew up reading too many fairy tales.

Priscilla was one of them. Soon after the chipper blond was presented with her new role, no one could hear the end of her bragging until it was time to kick her ass out of the village, sword in hand.

Bye.

The image brought a sting of the memory of my ex leaving town for similar reasons. My lack of desire to be eaten by orcs was a turnoff, and the bastard needed a more adventurous woman. Weeks of crying later, a dear friend came over to slap me out of my sad-girl routine to remind me that “he ain’t shit.”

Who needs him? Or any man! Love is for people with not enough wine in their hands!

With an equilibrium entirely hampered by my love of wine, I stumbled out of the dancing crowd into the food stalls in my daring quest for more cheese. My trusted nose locked on to the smell of aged cheddar and the race was on. With a mighty step over a passed-out blacksmith, followed by a not so graceful stumble past empty wine bottles, I found myself at the glorious cheese stall owned by my best friend and cheesemaker, Brie. Brilliant name for a cheesemaker, I know. Her mother thought herself wildly clever for that one.

“Brie!” I hollered over the music, slumping my body over the counter. “Brie, my goddess of cheese! Bring me that sweet, sweet Gouda!”

The tarp leading to the back room of the stall opened, revealing my amused friend. Her light pink hair flitted loosely past her shoulders as she stuck her hands on her hips. Her pink locks sent my mind into a stupor until I realized we had agreed to dye our hair pink that morning.

“Cinnamon Hotpepper, you are drunk as a skunk!”

OK, so maybe my mom thought she was terribly clever with names as well.

“Pfft, you look like you dunked your head in a pile of snapdragon,” I laughed, eyeing her hair.

She wiped her hands on her apron and fixed me with a glare. “Says the woman who came up with this brilliant idea. What was it you said, O wise one? ‘Let’s dye our hair pink now that the goddess finally chose her sacrificial lamb.’”

“I may have said something along those lines.” I mean, it was true. Brie grabbed one of my pink braids and flipped it out of my face to emphasize her point. “You can’t say it didn’t work, though. Neither of us was chosen; now we can party!” My friend had always been the logical sort who shared my disinterest in danger and death. We dressed in plain clothing and tried not to stand out in the village to avoid being picked.

It was common knowledge that Myva loved her pretty things. The heroes’ party was always made up of two men and two women. Each one was always some beautiful flamboyant nut, not necessarily the best for the job. Sometimes I wondered if Myva just picked them to be entertained. But hey, I’m no goddess, so what do I know?

“Enough with that sour face. Gimme some cheddar to go with this wine and come drink with me!” Far too impatient to mind manners, I grabbed a slice of cheddar and bit a sizable chunk. Its sharp taste danced across my tongue in time with the baker’s lute as I took a swig from my wine glass to help wash it down.

“Cin, my sweet girl, that was a whole-ass mood and not in a good way.” She shook her head at me disapprovingly and snatched the glass from my hand. “You’re done, hun.”

“Lies! I have not yet begun to drink!”

“From the looks of it, you began to drink about four glasses ago. Go home, Cin. I won’t be done manning the stall for a few more hours anyway. But tomorrow, it’s my brother’s turn. If you manage to survive the blinding hangover you’re going to have in the morning, then I promise we can make a mess of ourselves for the last day of the festival.” My stalwart companion paused her motherly ribbing to package up a few slices of Gouda before handing it to a customer to my side.

“You pr-promise?” I hiccuped.

“I swear on the temple itself. So go home for tonight and sleep it off.” Her heart-shaped face turned severe and her coal eyes danced with delight. “For tomorrow, we have two things to celebrate. Freedom from the choosing… and freedom from Priscilla’s constant… Priscillaness.”

A mug slammed on the table, making us both jump. “Hell, I’ll drink to that!” The source of our fright was the blacksmith, John. He was undoubtedly another victim to the princess of self-importance, as he had been tasked with making a suitable weapon for her journey. “If I ever get another request for a periwinkle sword that ‘can’t be too heavy, but not too frilly’ again, I will retire on the spot!” he hollered.

Maybe John had it a little worse than the rest of us.

I gave the older man a pat on the back. “But what a beautiful blade it was! I’m sure it will get our heroine to Goldcrest City without fail.”

John smiled and nodded his head in pride. “It is a fine blade if I do say so myself. It took me two entire months to make it.” The blacksmith was a gruff fellow but never passed up the chance to talk about his creations.

As much of a pain as our little heroine could be, all of us still wanted her home at the end of her journey. Maybe with a handsome hero in tow. Picturing her getting the fairy-tale ending she always wanted was easier than thinking about her not coming home at all. The chosen heroes had never failed in their quest before. In the end, most of the crazed demons had been killed off or pushed back behind the gate. But I couldn’t help but wonder: if the goddess was powerful enough to banish all demons when she first came to this land, why did she need heroes to repeat the action every fifteen years?

Suddenly, an enormous boom shook the earth, knocking us off our feet. Near my family’s farm, a gigantic dust cloud plumed in the air off toward the East. The crowd fell silent, aside from a few startled screams. “What in the three hells was that?” John slurred. I scrambled back on my feet, looking around wildly.

“Is everyone OK?” I yelled.

“I’m g-good,” Brie stammered.

All around me, villagers looked around worriedly as they dusted themselves off. The baker’s booming laugh cut through the thick silence as he helped his wife back on her feet.

“What’s all this worry?” he began. With a pat on his lute, he began playing once more. “Can’t you lot see? It’s our mighty heroine doing her damned duty already! Kill all those damn demons, I say! By the time that firecracker gets to the castle, there won’t be any left for the other heroes!”

“Yeah, that must be it. Give ’em the wrath of our goddess, Priscilla!” another man roared, eager to push the thought of terror away. Soon the crowd erupted in cheers of affirmation as the dust settled. All sense of danger dissipated as the other musicians resumed their playing.

Brie looked at me with a worried expression. “I sure hope that’s all it was. The smoke cloud looked close to your farm. Is your harvest going to be alright?”

I waved her off with a grin. “Don’t you worry about us. We’ve already brought in most of the fall harvest. If it hit the fields, there’s not much left.”

“That’s good to hear,” she said with a sigh. “Still. I think you should head home. You’re still looking a bit too sloshed for your own good.”

“Yes, mother,” I teased, bidding my companions farewell with one last bite of cheese, and heading out of the festival toward home. I grabbed one of the backup torches at the festival entrance and lit it. It was way too dark to travel home by moonlight.

Thankfully, my family’s farm was close enough to the village that I could stumble my way back with enough booze in my system to kill a moose.

I know; I’ve done it a dozen times or so.

Food stalls and lantern lights gave way to winding trees and glittering night stars. The spirited music died off in the distance. A bit creepy, honestly. All I could hear were my footsteps crunching the leaves beneath my feet and the crackle of fire from the torch. It was so quiet I could hear myself think. Which is not ideal. Thinking leads to worrying and worrying leads to—

“WHAT THE GINGER WAS THAT SOUND?!”

I whipped around to see a squirrel darting up in a tree. The little critter stopped to eye me for a moment before skittering up into the trees above. “Oh. Of course, it was just a squirrel. What else would it be?” The all-encompassing crunch of the leaves resumed as I swallowed my paranoia and kept going. My home was only a two-mile walk. The blast from earlier probably just fried my nerves a bit.

As if on cue, some twat in a black tartan and a matching scarf to cover his face jumped out before me.

Clearly, the gods had favorites, and I wasn’t one of them.

He brandished a relatively small hammer and pointed at my person.

I threw my head back and sighed heavily.

“Give me your valuables, wench, and no one gets hurt,” the bandit said.

“Wench? Shut the hell up. Who are you, my grandpa? No one talks like that.”

The masked man barely stood taller than me, yet still dared to stomp his foot impatiently, and raised his hammer higher. “OK fine, whatever,” he grunted. “Just give me your coins before I get pissed off.”

“What coins? I don’t have coins. I should rob you! I’m a farmer, dickhead. Everyone in this area is a fucking farmer!” Not exactly true; my family made nice money off of our cinnamon harvest. Primarily because we are the only ones who grow it… cause we won’t tell anyone else how to grow it. But hey, ya gotta make your own way in this world.

Not that some fool trying to mug me needed to know that.

“I like your cloak. Cough it up,” he said.

“You have a cloak on you. What do you want mine for anyway? You mean this green one with the yellow sunflower pattern down the rim?” I gave it a twirl to show off the pretty pattern my little cousin Angelica hemmed for me last fall. “You really think you can pull off this look? I don’t know, man, seems kind of suss.”

“Just give me the clothes, woman!”

“You freaking bandits just be doing this shit for the giggles! Are you that bored? Go to the festival and get drunk like a normal person!”

“Give me the damn cloak, woman!”

“You can’t pull off this look, bro. You can barely pull off that tattered scarf falling off your face.”

The bandit yanked the scarf back up to fully cover his face. But not before I glimpsed red hair peeking past freckled cheeks. Humph. No surprise, it would be one of the Huckabee boys. Mr. Huckabee was a fisherman with five boys and no wife to keep them in line. So it fell to the rest of the village and me to smack them around from time to time. If not, their shenanigans would drive us all mad. “Maybe I’m not going to use it for myself! Have you ever thought of that? I’ll uh… I’ll give it to my girlfriend!”

“Harper,” I began, putting my free hand on my waist. “Look at me. You do not have a girlfriend. I don’t know who you’re trying to fool right now.”

His eyes went wide, and I could just picture his stupid open-mouthed face as he took in my retort. “I’m not Harper! I’m just a roaming bandit. You’re mean!”

“You’re trying to ROB me!” The metal of the hammer in his hand reflected the moonlight as it caught my eye. “Harper, I swear to the goddess I will shove this torch where the sun doesn’t shine,” I said, grasping the torch with two hands and giving it a test swing in his direction.

Harper lowered the hammer and cocked his head to the side as he took in the situation. Then, slowly, he lifted his hands and backed away slightly. “You know what, I’m feeling generous. Imma let you go this time. We’ll just forget this whole thing.”

“Yeah, I don’t think so, fish-boy. How about you give me your cloak?” I took a step toward him and raised the torch higher.

“Naw, Cin, you don’t need this old thing. Just go on home.”

“Ah-ha!” My shout could have raised the dead, but I was way too drunk to care. “How do you know my name is Cin if you’re just a roaming bandit?”

“Crap.”

“Yeah, I got you now! Gimme that cloak!”

I darted toward him, but he turned tail and ran off into the woods. Without a second thought, I chased in after him. Why? I wasn’t too sure. I didn’t want his cloak. But I was sick of his shit. It was always one thing or another with those boys. If nothing else, stealing his cloak would let me get back at them for the time they tramped through my chili pepper fields with no regard for how long it took me to grow them. Such audacity had to be corrected.

Harper was always a fast kid, but my drunken need for this vendetta propelled me forward, stumbling over pretty much every rock and branch that got in the way.

His black attire made him hard to see in the darkness, and soon I couldn’t quite tell which way he went. Finally, following my gut, I steered left at a giant oak tree, hoping to catch up to him.

A weak groan cut through the silence of the night, so I veered toward it full force, blood pumping in my ears.

Instead of my wannabe bandit, I came across the aftermath of what appeared to be a rock slide: trees were splintered into nothing, as giant piles of rocks made a scar across the land. I guess that would explain the enormous boom at the festival. Whatever demon that had disturbed Priscilla’s path must have caused this damage. Hopefully, our little heroine was able to leave unscathed.

My thoughts were brought into focus as another weak groan cut through the night air. Panic rose in my chest. If a villager had been caught in the landslide during the battle, they could have been seriously injured.

“Where are you?” I called. “Keep making noise so I can find you.”

I looked around for any sign of Harper. If I took the time to go back to the village for help, whoever was trapped might be crushed before I made it back.

A low cough sounded to my right, and I carefully climbed over the rocks and rubble until I grew closer to the sound.

“I’m here,” a weak voice called. Several branches covered a slumped form, but I could see a pale hand poking out from the mess. Whoever it was could count themselves lucky that it was just branches covering him and not the boulders. I’m no pushover, but I’m no ox either.

“Don’t worry, stranger, I got you,” I said, coming to his side. My torch flickered when I placed it between two rocks to free both my hands. Carefully, I removed the branches from the man. Midback-length black hair hid his face from me, and he seemed much larger than anyone I knew from my village. Must have been some kind of vagabond. No one around Boohail had hair that long. We didn’t get too many travelers. Maybe his hometown had been overrun by demons, and he had left to find help.

Tough luck on his end. I only hoped whatever he was running from didn’t make it to Boohail—though demons invading wasn’t something we needed to worry about so close to the village. Myva’s temple held a powerful shield most monsters couldn’t get through. Its reach spanned far enough outside our town that we would live in relative peace, even when Volsog gates opened.

I slowly ran my hands over his form, checking to see if I could find any broken bones or large wounds. His frock was in tatters. But other than that, he seemed like he’d live. “Are you hurt? Can you stand?”

“I’m feeling drained, to be honest.” The stranger’s deep voice sent a pleasant thrill down my spine. He sat up beside me as I knelt next to him, supporting his weight. Holy crows, this man is big! Even sitting down, his frame towered over mine. I brushed some of the long hair out of his face, noticing how his pale skin contrasted against my dark brown complexion. The sun beat down here in Kinnamo like we owed it money. The fact that the man wasn’t as red as a lobster was surprising. As my wrist moved past his mouth, he gave a small sigh. Maybe it was the alcohol, perhaps it was my paranoia, but I could have sworn I saw twin fangs peek out behind his pale lips. I cleared my throat to stop my mind from racing. “You got some pretty bad luck to be caught up in this mess. Did you see what happened?”

The man made a strangled sound as his body began to shake. “As a matter of fact, I did. Unfortunately, however, you’re The Unlucky One in this situation. I’m afraid you’ll need to grab your torch and run. It’s poor form to let your savior die.”

“… What?”

Yellow eyes glowed beneath a halo of ink-black hair. The stranger shook more brutally as a low growl rolled past his lips. “RUN!” he bellowed, whipping his head to look up at me. In the dim light of the torch flame, his pupils slid into cat-like slits, his colossal frame shaking even harder.

The air was suddenly gone from my lungs. A second later, I realized it was because a large hand was wrapped around my throat as the man-demon hoisted me off the ground. My feet kicked out, trying to dislodge him, but I may as well have been trying to push a boulder off me. A popping noise caught my attention, and I looked up to see horns as they grew out of the top of my assailant’s head. They curved back behind him before turning forward and twisting back again. They formed an S shape that was wide at the base, then tapered off into sharp daggers, serrated and full of malice. I did not doubt that they could rip the skin right off a man.

“Oh… fuck no.” My Fight or Flight response kicked into overdrive. No way in hornet’s nest was I planning to die there. I clutched the torch tightly in my hand and slammed the fiery end directly into his face.

The creature roared and dropped me to clutch at its burning face. Immediately I took off running. I doubted that I’d ever be able to outrun a freaking demon, of all things, but I did have the home advantage. My family’s cinnamon fields were a complete maze to a stranger, and right then, that was the best hope I had. My breath came out in a ragged wheeze. I forced air back into my lungs and ran. Behind me, I could hear the demon let loose an angry chorus of roars as it tore through the foliage behind me. I jumped between two trees growing close together in the hopes that it would slow him down and veered to my right, praying I would reach the fields in time.

To my horror, a loud boom shot off behind me, followed by the crackle and groan of trees falling. Did… did this fool just smash his way through TREES?!

“I am so fucked,” I muttered into the chilly night.

Putting all my hopes and dreams into my legs, I ran faster. The smell of cinnamon called back to me like a goddamn savior as I reached the fields. I dove through several of the small trees as I zig-zagged around the maze. Then, finally, the demon’s angry shouts quieted down.

Did he lose sight of me?

Far too much of a coward to look back, I kept going further until I reached the middle of the field. In the distance, I could hear Mr. Snarls-A-Lot shuffling around, no doubt lost. As quietly as possible, I settled down amidst a cluster of cinnamon trees. My body shook like a leaf as I tried to control my breathing. Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK! How does that shit even happen? The whole point of putting up with that brat Priscilla was so the Chosen One could deal with crap like this before it came back to bite the rest of us!

OK. That was probably really unfair to her, but still: how powerful was that freak to push past Myva’s barrier?

After a few minutes, I could no longer hear the demon shuffling around at the edge of the field.

Did he give up? Or better yet, did the asshole die of his injuries?

One could hope.

Slowly, I shifted my weight down to my stomach and crawled out towards my parents’ home. Our land spanned about four hundred acres, divided between my two brothers, myself, and my mom and pa. Unfortunately, my section was on the other side of the freaking property, the one time my stupid butt tried to help a demon. So the best solution was to do what any grown woman should do in her time of need: run home to mommy and daddy.

The bark of the cinnamon trees scraped up my tunic as I crawled slowly forward. A twig caught the hem of my cloak, and I swear to the goddess the rip that ensued was the loudest thing on this side of the country.

I froze. The thump of my heartbeat sounded like a thousand drums in my ears, but I heard nothing else. Crickets chirped their cares away while fireflies mulled about.

“Is he gone?” I got up from my stomach and took off in a sprint for my pa’s house, veering left and right in a maze I grew up in. The deeper I drove into the fields, the more hopeful I became. I chanced a look behind me, half expecting a clawed hand to reach out and snatch me. But it was nothing but more cinnamon trees.

A hysterical giggle ripped past my lips as I grew closer to my destination. I covered my mouth with my hands while I ran to keep down the frantic laughter building. The green roof of my parents’ home came into view right when a thought crossed my mind: When had the crickets stopped chirping? A sudden weight crashed into my side and my head hit the ground. Above me were the haunting yellow eyes of a predator. His large hands pinned my shoulders to the ground, and his lips pulled back to reveal sharp fangs. “Can’t…” I gasped to get the air back into my lungs. “Can’t we talk this through? I can get you a great deal on some spices. My family’s farm is top-notch!”

The demon snarled and one clawed hand moved to my throat and squeezed.

“OK, not a spice guy, I get it.” I was rambling at that point, but I really couldn’t stop if I tried. I reached out for anything I could use as a weapon. My fingers grazed a fallen branch just within reach. I inched my hand closer, trying to grab hold. “Listen, we don’t farm much meat. I can offer you some choice goats if meat is more your style.” My vision darkened, but I used the last of my strength to snatch the branch and bring it up as hard as I could to smash it against his face. The overpowering smell of cinnamon stung my nose as the branch broke against his face. The demon snarled and rolled off me to rub at his nose. I stumbled to my feet and shot off to the front door.

Without looking back this time, I busted into my parents’ home and locked the door shut. Then I scrambled over to the wooden kitchen table and dragged it to block the door.

My body collapsed against the makeshift barrier as I tried to catch my breath.

“FFFFFFUCK!”

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About the authors

Kimberly Lemming

Kimberly Lemming

Kimberly Lemming is on an eternal quest to avoid her calling as a main character. She can be found giving the slip to that new werewolf that just blew into town and refusing to make eye contact with a prince of a far-off land. Dodging aliens looking for Earth booty can really take up a girl's time.

But when she’s not running from fate, she can be found writing diverse fantasy romance. Or just shoveling chocolate in her maw until she passes out on the couch.

https://www.kimberlylemming.com/

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Reviews

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4.4 out of 5

11,400 global ratings

Amazon Customer

Amazon Customer

5

Funny & Fun: Mild Spicy Fantasy Romance

Reviewed in the United States on August 1, 2024

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I love the modern fantasy style of writing. The story is compelling & the dialog had me busting out laughing at times. I love to see POC & plus sized representation. Overall, it's an amazing tale of adventure & romance that I highly recommend

MistressViolet

MistressViolet

5

So Much To Love

Reviewed in the United States on July 15, 2024

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This book is pure joy! I can't remember the last time a book made me smile so much. It is fast paced and instantly engaging. A riot of adventure and hot hunky sexiness. The character development and world building are both great. There is even some powerful subtext about slavery. And the naughty bits... Even those were tantalizing.

I don't remember reading ever being so fun. I absolutely devoured this book.

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Yaas

Yaas

5

Read it now!!

Reviewed in the United States on June 6, 2024

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So, the instant that I heard this book was available in KU I ran to read it, and boy am I happy that I did. Instantly I fell in love with the characters. Cinnamon, with her sharp mind and tongue, and quickness was the best. And let me say now that I loved that when Fallon was in danger, she never stood back and waited helplessly, she was always in the middle of it -- Even to Fallon's chagrin. She was a spunky delight throughout the entire story.

Fallon on the other hand, was just as great to read about. His witty banter and quick comebacks, made this story even more fulfilling. I was happy to know that he knew right away that Cinnamon was for him, especially after she hit him with the cinnamon stick that brought him out of his mindless fury. The world that was built in this story was so good and believable, and every character that was introduced made it the best.

So, a little bit about the story.... Cinnamon is a spice trader that lives on a farm with her parents, that oddly enough grow cinnamon. She's content living her life simple, and then runs into a man that she saves. She finds out that he's a demon, and when he tries to k!ll her, she runs and protects herself by smacking him with the cinnamon and running into her house. Fallon is a demon that is looking for a way to take out the fake goddess that has convinced humans that they are in danger from demons and used them to to hunt demons. When he figures out that cinnamon, the spice, is a trick that releases demons from the hold that the goddess has demons under that makes them blindly attack people, he forces Cinnamon to help him destroy her. So, they set out on a quest to destroy the chalices that embody Myva's heart, but they are scattered across their world. Along the way they pick up some more friends, and wayward demons that complete their crew.

Kimberly Lemming did a phenomenal job in this story, and all of the hype behind it was correct. Read this story now, don't wait!!

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Beccaroo

Beccaroo

5

In Every Sense, YES!

Reviewed in the United States on July 1, 2022

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I started this at 1:30AM because I couldn’t sleep and thought maybe a few giggles might help - I finished this book at 5:25AM because I got SO MUCH MORE than just giggles.

This is the story of Cinnamon, a human who lives in a medieval-esque land that is MARVELLOUSLY built up throughout the progress of the story. Yeah, she’s a spice farmer (her brothers are Cumin and Chili, which is an example of the tongue in cheek humour) and she has to use a torch to navigate in the dark - but she has access to pink hair dye!! This is such a hilarious mix of fantasy with modern vernacular that it’s constantly turning phrases on their nose! So Cin meets a demon.

During the story, we find out that “demon” is really just a synonym for not-human - because a demon can be a dragon, a werewolf, a vampire, an ogre, a centaur, etc. The world building is PERFECTION. The reader is never bogged down with lengthy backstory because we’re told information when it’s actually relevant to the story.

Cin and Fallon (the demon who she broke out of a mind feral curse using a branch of cinnamon) go on a wild adventure (which she never wanted to go on) to kill the quasi goddess lich witch who’s been keeping pretty much everyone enslaved for generations. More characters come into play, all of them diverse, and all of them HILARIOUS. There’s a city full of enslaved demons that is burned to the ground, there’s two bickering inn owners with dialogue that is worth every letter, there’s a pirate ship with ten orc’s/ogre’s that assist with cooking “because they don’t have fur” and just… so much.

How do I describe a book that was SO MUCH MORE than I was expecting in the absolute best way? How about a pros and cons list?

Pros: Fantasy, medieval but modern, strong FMC, possessive but respectful of choice MMC. Hilarious, tongue in cheek, constantly sassy. Cons: The world building is SO GOOD that I almost wish this book was written in a more… expanded way? Or a more traditional, heavy way. Like, I genuinely want more levity so that the twists of the plot have more emotional impact. Is that a real con? That being so flippant of fantasy genre rules meant there was less of the meat to dig into? Cracking jokes every other paragraph was hugely entertaining, but it meant that there were certain sections that didn’t resonate because a like later, they were joking again.

I want more of this world. The demons being freed, allowed to be full sentient beings - the humans of the world finding out everything they’ve believed for generations is a lie - the Chosen One being rendered useless!!

(Honestly, that was the only plot point that felt a little contrived - Pricilla was used to illustrate how much Cin didn’t want to be Chosen and then she showed back up at the end to display an average person figuring out they were wrong… I sorta wished her character arc hadn’t been the straight path directly to “blonde dummy and nothing more”) BUT it’s a very little complaint cause REALLY:

Honestly. Do yourself a favour and read this!!! You won’t regret it!! I’m off to read the next one and everything else this author has ever written. 10/10 story, 6/10 spice. (Not because it wasn’t spicy but because, like the rest, it didn’t take the spice all that seriously so it’s light hearted even when it’s being “dark”)

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Aura

Aura

5

simply magnificent

Reviewed in the United States on June 30, 2024

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The absolute best book I’ve read in a long time. I loved every minute of this wild ride. Cin was funny, cute, and bad ass. Fallon was so so soooo sexy. I also fell in love with a demon while reading this book. And the sex scenes were 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 dragon flame hot 🥵

And I liked the action. The side characters were lovely. The quest was violent and scary, I really want this to be a Netflix series!! Can’t wait for the next chapter.

This is my new favorite author❤️💕

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