Zombies need love too… Atticus I’ve been dead for nearly two decades. Or rather, undead. Being a zombie is not like in the movies; I don’t shuffle, and I absolutely don’t eat brains.I look different than I used to and I feel nothing. No happiness, no sadness, no anger, I am a flatline of emotion. Until her… Vivian Cane. I hunger for her in a way that defies logic. Every moment I spend with her changes me. Every touch, every kiss makes me feel human again. I don’t deserve her, but I’m going to do whatever I can to convince the curvaceous beauty that we belong together. Vivian I’ve been a horror writer for a few years so I know my monsters. Research brings me to the town rumored to be riddled with “real” monsters. I don’t expect anything, but some quiet writing time. What I get is chased by a feral creature and then saved by… a zombie? Atticus Hunt might not look like a normal man, but he’s more humane than any guy I’ve ever known. Being with him makes me feel alive in a way I’ve never felt. But am I ready to risk it all to live in a world I always thought was make believe?

Jakari After I was turned into a Naga by a punch gone wrong, I slithered back to my home and kept to myself. After all, everyone's afraid of snakes—even other monsters. Then, one day, my front door opens, and in walks the most beautiful creature I've ever seen ... and she has no idea I'm living here with her. From what I can tell, she's hiding from something, and she has no idea I'm watching her. But the longer I wait, the more she makes herself comfortable, and before long, I realize I can't keep hiding in the shadows. She should know while she's buying throw pillows, I'm imagining throwing her over my shoulder. I'm a monster with primal urges I can't control. I don't want to hurt her, but I also don't want to give her up. Irina After marrying into a demon mafia, my sister sent me away to "protect" me. Except, a nunnery is the last place I want to be. So, in the middle of the night, I make a run for it. When I stumble on a dilapidated house in a very quiet town, I take shelter while I try to make a plan. As I make this place livable, I feel like something—or someone—is watching me. I want to try and make Screaming Woods my home, but what if it belongs to someone else? Then, he comes in the night like a dream. I've been running from demons all this time, only to find I've run right into the bed of a real monster. I'm supposed to be scared, but something about this snake-man makes me feel safe. Jake believes he's unloveable, and I'm too young to settle down with a man twice my age. But if I learned anything from my sister, it's that you can't deny fate when it calls. Can this human convince her stalker monster that the age gap between them is just a number and it's no reason to swear off their fated love? Pre-order today to find out!

My neighbor is a huge, undeniably powerful Minotaur. You heard me right—a Minotaur. With curved horns on either side of his head and a heavy gold ring that pierces both nostrils. He’s often shirtless while he tinkers with his motorcycle, which exposes a sweaty six pack of abs and the intricate tats that sleeve both of his muscular arms. Tonight, on Halloween, my insufferable neighbor is throwing yet another raging party with lots of rowdy guests, and it’s continuing way past curfew and late into the night. I’m so very tired of this behavior. That’s it—I’m marching over there! I arrive in a short robe and fuzzy slippers, ready to let loose with a verbal barrage. His front door swings open and the Minotaur’s heated, possessive gaze travels from the top of my messy bun, along the length of my curves, to the tips of my painted toenails. A wide grin spreads across his harsh features. And he grabs my wrist and pulls me inside. Then slams the door shut behind me.

Can fake dating the town's orc blacksmith turn into something real? If I don't find a date for my grandmother's weekend birthday bash, my mother plans to set me up with my second cousin. Talk about cringe. On the spur of the moment, I ask the town's orc blacksmith I've been crushing on for months to go with me. Gunner agrees, and before I know it, we're sneaking away from Grannie's bash for an intimate party of our own. Finally, I get to test out just how well he swings his hammer. After Grannie's weekend event ends, I figure I'll go back to admiring Gunner from afar. But it turns out he's no longer faking . . . Orc Me Baby One More Time is Book 2 in the Monsterville, USA Series. Don't read unless you enjoy high-heat shenanigans with a cinnamon roll orc blacksmith.