Mama said monsters will kill you. My Mama taught me everything she knew right up until the day that monsters killed her and my family, while leaving me and my young cousins alive. The beasts will kill you on sight. Monsters will do far worse. Yet, when a beast gets the best of me and I’m succumbing to its poison, it’s a group of monsters that save my life. They show me that maybe Mama didn’t know everything and there might be a different narrative to the hostile world around me. Now these monsters want something from me. Something I’m not sure I’m brave enough to give them. *** This is a LGBTQIA+ story with content not intended for those under 18 years of age due to graphic scenes and situations.
Author
Crea lives in upstate New York with her dog and husband. She has been writing since grade school, when her second grade teacher had her class keep writing journals. She has a habit of creating secondary, and often time tertiary, characters that take over her stories. When she can't fall asleep at night, she thinks up new scenes for her characters to act out. This, of course, is how most of her meant-to-be-thrown-away characters tend to end up front and center - and utterly swoon-worthy! Don't ask her how many book boyfriends she has... When not writing, Crea is an avid reader. Her TBR pile is several hundred books high (don't even look at her kindle wish list or the unread books on her tablet). Sometimes, she enjoys crafting; sometimes, exploring nature; sometimes, traveling. Mostly, she enjoys putting her characters on paper and breathing life into them. Oh, and sleeping. Crea loves to sleep!
