What if the Beast never turned into the prince? My father had just sold me off. Bartered my body to erase his debt to the very devil himself. A Beast of a man. Literally. A creature whispered about amongst the villagers and feared by all. He was a beastly visage at three times the size of a man, his monstrously huge body covered in fur. Sharp fangs and eyes that held an unearthly red glow. He had pawlike hands tipped with claws and horns that arched back from his inhuman face. I was to live with him, to be his in every way—all ways—he saw fit. I was to be his wife, and so I offered myself up as the proverbial sacrifice to the very devil himself. I just didn’t expect to enjoy being with a monster as much as I did.

What if the big bad wolf took Little Red Riding Hood solely for his pleasure? After my grandmother passed away, it left me with this feeling of emptiness. I had a dead-end job, no friends or family, and I was trying to navigate this new world while being utterly alone. The perfect solution? Take a once in a lifetime trip to Alaska and reconnect with the wilderness and all the things that make me happy. Being isolated in a cabin with no electricity, running water, or cell service sounded perfect until I roughed it in the wild and realized this might not have been the best idea. Things were going great until they weren’t, and I realized I wasn’t alone. It was the hunter, and I was its prey. And when I finally came face-to face with my stalker, it wasn’t anything I could have pictured in my wildest dreams. He was a monster, a literal furry, huge werewolf looking beast that said he chose me as his mate, and I was now his. It took me to his lair where he touched me, licked me… gave me pleasure. And despite knowing I had to fight him and this new reality, I wanted more. Wolf might be terrifying to look at, bigger and stronger than anything I could ever imagine, but his sole purpose was to please me. The real question was, did I ever want to go back to civilization and the life I once knew?

They didn’t care who got me pregnant… just that one of them did. The first time I saw the beasts, I’d wandered off and gotten lost. But I hadn't been alone. Not the entire time. I’d been found, just not by something that was human. Bear-beasts. They were myths whispered amongst the villagers and that parents told their children before bed to keep them inside, to make them fearful of what lurked in the dark. Seven-foot-tall creatures covered in fur, with sharp claws, fangs, and the strength of a hundred men. But the creature kept me safe and led me out of the woods. I never saw it again, but I felt it—no, I felt them—watching me. Following me. Stalking me. They waited for me all these years. Protected and provided for me, even when I hadn’t realized it. Now, I was on my own, and not one but three primal beasts had come for me. And what they wanted was To make me theirs in any way they saw fit. I was Goldie, and these were now my three bears. Reader A Goldie Locks and the Three Bears reimagining. This is a monster romance featuring a human/nonhuman MFMM relationship and HEA.

I ran from one monster, only to stumble into the clutches of another. Fleeing a brutal father and a forced marriage, I escaped deep into the forest, hoping to disappear. Bleeding, exhausted, and desperate, I hid in a cave—but I quickly realized I wasn’t alone. Something watched me from the darkness. He was massive, horned… a creature pulled from nightmares. And the moment his glowing eyes locked onto me, I knew one thing without a doubt. I was his. Now, I was trapped in his lair, claimed by a beast who refused to let me go. I thought I was running toward freedom. But I only ran straight into his arms. And I was even more terrified, because… I didn’t want to leave.

My life had been a series of unfortunate events, each of them a test to see if I could survive the cruelty of men. All my life, I’d learned that men were nothing but tyrants, their wickedness etched into every demand they gave to those weaker than themselves, every lie they told us, and every betrayal. I never believed in fated mates—not until I was snatched from the shadows and taken by a winged creature with dark, fierce eyes, fangs, and claws… and a promise of both danger and salvation. He said I was his. That he wouldn’t let me go. End of story. Now, I was bound to a monster whose unyielding grasp refused to even loosen. His presence was a storm—violent, irresistible, but strangely, achingly intimate. And the longer I stayed with him, the further I weakened under the weight of our undeniable connection. I was caught between forbidden desires and the irrefutable realization that he’d ensure I couldn’t leave… because he was determined to get me pregnant.