Monstrous Meet Cutes

Inked by a monster-sounds cool, right? Until the guy accidentally imprinted on me. What was supposed to be a birthday gift to myself backfired in my face. How was I to know when I told him "Surprise me" that the fine-ass monster man would somehow embed his essence into my tattoo? Or that I'd come from his skilled fingers tapping a needle full of ink into my back? Now, ever since my tat-gasm, the guy follows me like a love-sick puppy… Intriguing me. Idolizing me. Impaling me. But I don't do insta-love, no matter how hot the s-e-x is. Can I find a way to remove the tat, or will Ilian infiltrate the walls I've built around my heart?

Monster speed dating-sounds fun, right? My life as a marine biologist takes a slippery turn when I mistake a Cthulhu for an octopus, only to find him seated across from me on date night. Now, every time I turn around, he's there. Watching. Winking. Waiting until I succumb to his charm. But I'm not ready for love. I have my studies, a mission to save the ocean, and a secret darker than the deepest depths of the sea. Will Chaos claim me as his, or will I run from him like everyone else in my life?

Bossed by a monster-sounds overbearing, right? It is, and this guy's not just any monster. He's a Boggart-the literal being of nightmares-and I swear his sole mission in life is to make mine a bad dream come true. Every time I turn around, he's there. Bedazzling me. Bewitching me. Befriending me. But I won't back down, not even when Mr. Ettin proposes a friendly little bet. Who cares what the stakes are-there's no way my boss is gonna win. Except… he does. It's more than just my pride that's on the line-my heart is, too. But will Bash stick around when he finds out all my secrets, or am I just setting myself up for more misery? This M/F monster romance features a non-op transgender woman. Her gender is not the focus of this story but it does shape her journey in finding love.

Edged by a monster-sounds tortuous, right? And this particular beast takes me to the brink of my sanity, only to pull back at the last second. He swears it's to help me, but I know the truth-the Erlking wants to make me miserable. Why else would the monstrous man kidnap me, steal me away from Earth, and force me to learn how to be the very thing I despise? Ugh, the nerve of him-and don't even get me started on how he teases me. Enticing me. Exciting me. Enraging me. But all is not well in The Veil. Turns out the Erlking is hiding more than just his evil plan to torment me, and I'm going to find out what's going on. Will I beat Ender at his own game, or will I swallow my pride so I can experience the pleasure he taunts me with?

Checked out by a monster-sounds hot, right? Except I'm not the type anyone ever gives a second glance to, let alone is interested in. The only things guys check out from me are the books in the library that I oversee. But every day, the same Chupacabra comes back. At first, I think he's just lonely as he prowls behind me as I work, asking me questions. Then I realize he can't read. Knowing his job depends upon it, I offer to teach him, reading stories aloud to the sweet monster. Everything is great until he brings me The Tentacle Kama Sutra and Monster Orgasms with a wink, silently daring me to open them-and like an idiot, I accept the challenge. Now the damned man won't leave me alone. He's always lurking behind my shelves… Chasing me. Charming me. Cherishing me. It's almost like one of those monster romances I secretly read alone at night-but those stories are labeled fiction for a reason. Will I continue to hide behind the pages of my book, or will Chente prove that love isn't just make-believe?

Audited by a monster-sounds awful, right? I knew I shouldn't have opened my door, but when a seven-foot descendant of a death god comes calling, you answer. Especially if this Anubis is from the government, but I don't have anything to hide from the IRS. Right? Right?! Turns out, my mom-a.k.a. my business accountant-does. Now, every time I turn around, he's there. Assessing. Advising. Arousing me until I can't think straight. But I don't need a stranger to fix my problems. I'm doing just fine on my own, and I swear the only thing crumbling in my life is the topping on my amazing fruit cobblers. Will I let Ahnou past the defenses I've built around my heart, or is my fall about to get taxing?