I met a trio of furballs when my BFF was dealing with a demon issue, and since then, I can’t stop thinking about them. And I’m going through way too many batteries.
When the chance to investigate a possessed house appears on my desk—after I filched it from someone else’s—I know it’s fate insisting we team up again.
However, I might have bitten off more than I can chew because suddenly my hunky puppies are demanding I become their permanent chew toy.
Me, mated? Eek. But also, yum.
Did I mention they totally make my body purr?
Before we can have a sweatily-ever-after, though, they’ll need to save me from Mr. Peabody’s house, because I do believe it ate me.