A Little Fang Never Hurt Anybody

Werewolf Wild Child.

Taco Enthusiast.

Drunk Table Dancing Expert.

Queen of Shitty Relationships.

Me.

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.