I’m the Hyrrokin High Priest of a remote monastery on the planet Salo. I spend my days in quiet contemplation, keeping my flame-throwing banked and nursing my war wounds. And I take my vows of silence and celibacy very seriously. Very. Seriously. Then one day a mouthy, gorgeous human female is dumped onto the stone steps of the main altar. And suddenly I’m tempted like never before. Warning: This is a ‘Monster Bites’ novella, a spin-off from the Monsters Love Curvy Girls series. Only read if you enjoy a taste of the profane, satanic-looking heroes and curvy-girl heroines.

Firebrook Castle is haunted. What utter nonsense! I never believe silly ghost stories… until I suddenly inherit the crumbling Firebrook estate. And now I’m a human bravely staying the night in an old ruin to prove that tales of ghostly Hyrrokin soldiers are just that…tall tales. And then I scream like a little girl when I discover a black-horned, satanic-looking male standing at the foot of my bed, who isn’t entirely corporeal. Which I must say, is a total bummer considering how unbearably handsome he is. Each night this scary, shirtless apparition with an exquisite six pack of abs, hovers at my bedside. Is this “ghost” stalking me? And…why do I like it? Author’s Note: No worries, this ‘Monster Bites’ novella includes all the consent and a guaranteed HEA! But, only read if you enjoy fire-breathing heroes and curvy-girl heroines!

A winged, fire-breathing infant cries from within the soft basket left upon my porch. Wow. Why was this tiny baby placed on the doorstep of the only human female on Salo for miles? I’ll never know. Babies are completely foreign to me. But I can’t find any next of kin for this adorable infant, so I do my best to feed and care for her as if she were my own. And soon I hear whispered footsteps and feel the faint brush of white feathers from something much larger and muscular with its own wings and black tail that silently enters my home. And then one day I fully see him—the baby’s father. My breath catches in my throat as this shockingly handsome angel wraps his wings around me. Each night I eagerly share my bed with him. My fingers map every inch of his hot-blooded, red-skinned body. And each morning I awake to find him gone. And I wonder—why did this magnificent Hyrrokin male leave his baby with me? And what will I do if he eventually leaves, and takes his daughter with him?

I’m on the Omega 9 space station in the midst of a bungled prison transfer! Handcuffed to a scary, impossibly tall, satanic-looking convict. Holy hell. And I’m on the run with him because it turns out he’s breaking out of prison? He’s rough, bossy and throws flash-flames from his distended jaw. Yes, he’s committed felonies, but he can also party all night, sing like a professional and shoot a blaster better than anyone I’ve ever met. And his kiss is the stuff of legends. Unfortunately, he’s not the only one running from trouble. The Hyrrokin mafia is after me for…reasons? I should be planning my escape, but apparently, this soon-to-be ‘ex-con’ has captured not only my wrists with those handcuffs, but my heart as well? Author's Note: Read "Her Alien Ex-Con" directly after "His Human Socialite" - this is the story of Jada's eeeevil twin!:)

He sat behind me in Intergalactic High School, pulling on my braids with silver-tipped claws. Knocking my books to the ground and smoke-laughing at my dismay. He was always there, lurking around, scaring away all my possible dates. And now, years later I’m all grown up and independent, about to start a new position on the Omega 9 space station and this arrogant, satanic-looking Hyrrokin shows up again in my life—this time demanding that I become his bound. What kind of special hell is this? And he’s kidnapped my father and threatens to ruin our family business unless I marry him? I can’t marry my bully! I….I can’t…right?

I look everywhere for the one and yet she’s nowhere to be found. I scented my mate and she disappeared before we could meet, leaving behind a forgotten piece of clothing. It’s driving me crazy. I’ve checked every unmated human female, asking if this mysterious red fabric is hers. Pissing off other males in the process, but what do I care? I’m on a quest to find my future bound, no matter what. But to no avail. Then my father, the Don of the Hyrrokin mafia, takes a new bound. Suddenly I have a new human stepmother, as well as a young human stepsister—and I’m in charge of this adult stepsister’s safety. “My new daughter is innocent, and I want her to remain that way,” my father orders. “Do not let any of these a-holes touch her.” Does that include me? And is she the one? I don't know, but I'm going to find out. Author’s note: This novella is more enjoyable if read after the first three books in Prince Brimstone’s never-ending quest for the one: His Human Socialite Her Alien Ex-Con Her Alien Bully

I’m in a predicament of historic proportions. I’ve learned I can’t inherit my grandfather’s highly profitable business unless I’m married? Yes, an entirely ridiculous rule. I live with a herd of rescue cats and nary a boyfriend in sight. I’m also considered plain, sharp-tongued and overweight. And I’ve never, once been interested in marriage. Hence my reason for applying for a mail-order husband. The next morning I scream with fright when I find a huge, satanic-looking alien lurking on my doorstep. Even my cats dart away in fear. Apparently, I screwed up the application and my invite went on blast to the entire four sectors. Now I’m legally married in absentia to a flame-throwing Hyrrokin male fifteen years my senior. He growls when I mention divorce. Ugh. He needs to go. But then…he gently coaxes a sick, feral kitten into his massive arms and gives it medicine. My heart instantly melts and my body heats up like never before. Well, maybe I can give this a try.