My indentured servitude is almost over and freedom is a heartbeat away! Until some alien guy buys me because he needs a nanny, quick. What the actual f@ck? I’m not even good with kids. I’ve never changed a diaper in my life. But the beings at the employment agency won’t listen. “Hew-mans are hot right now. Everyone wants a hew-man nanny.” Great. And since there isn’t another human available… I’m hired on the spot. Yay, me. And on day one of my new job I’m having a panic attack because I finally meet my new boss and he looks like Satan himself. No lie. Black horns, red eyes and glinting silver-tipped claws. He even has a barbed tail, a forked tongue, and he breathes fire. This guy is terrifying, and his children look exactly like him. \heart palpitations\ \hyperventilating\ And yet, as I’m caring for these strangely adorable infants and gazing longingly at my crazy-rich boss as he cradles his twin babies in his huge, muscular arms… my traitorous heart goes pitter-patter and my body heats up like lava. Oh no. And I begin to wonder—have I sold my soul to the devil?

I’m house sitting for a male who had me impregnated in a med lab. Bergelmir, my secret crush. That rich, scary devil outbid everyone at the virtual auction and got himself to the top of the list (pissing off a lot of other Hyrrokin) and, gulp, I’m his surrogate. And…now I’m carrying Bergelmir’s baby. But I have my head on straight about this. I’m doing this so my friend can be a father. Because that’s all we are—friends. But I have a shameful secret I’ve told no one: I wish this baby was mine. And I love that fire-breathing Hyrrokin with all of my heart. If only he felt the same way.

I’m a corporate whistleblower running for my life, so I take the first job I can find off planet. Now I’m a lowly assistant for some rich devil named Hannibal Hellstone? And when I say “devil,” I mean DEVIL. As in this guy’s skin is dark red, he has shiny black horns, sharp fangs, silver-tipped claws and a barbed tail. This Hyrrokin is scary AF and his eight-year-old son looks just like him. And, he has a sharp-toothed, three-headed, fire-breathing “dog” at his side. \gulp\ I’m supposed to live with my new boss? I don’t know anything about kids. And I don’t like pets. But, jeez, this guy is hawt. And his kid is sweet too. My heart cracks open for them—and their “dog.” Hannibal starts throwing heated glances my way. But if this honorable soldier knew the real me, the girl with the checkered past, would he still want me? Oh well, it’s not like this is going to get serious—he’s told everyone he’s never, ever, going to marry anyone ever again. This is good, right? That’s what I want too…right?

A grumpy alien boss hires a curvy, adorable human female to organize his mess—and vows to never let her go! I’ve been engaged to the same aimless guy for four long years, and still, no wedding date in sight. Grr. I’m completely fed up with this sham, so I tell my “fiancé” I’m taking a job off planet, hoping this outrageous behavior will allow him to finally break off our ridiculous engagement. It doesn’t. So, I leave and become an organizing consultant to some scary alien. My grumpy boss is Skoll Strikestone, a fire-breathing satanic-looking soldier with a deep scar bisecting his face. I’m doubting my own sanity in accepting this position, but this guy really, really needs help tidying up. He’s a gruff male taking military-mandated conflict resolution classes and he’s hired me to sort out the hoarding mess he’s created in his cabin in the woods. Whew. I soon begin to realize this hot-tempered demon has a soft marshmallow interior. And the hardest abs I’ve ever seen. Those long fangs, serrated claws and barbed tail are actually causing my heart to flutter! One big problem—I’m technically engaged to someone else, and so is Skoll. And since we’re each still committed to these former “fake” engagements, there can be nothing between us but heated glances and emotional conversations. \cries\ Oh hell, I think I’m falling in love with a male I can’t have.

The brooding Fire Lord of Ashmoor Manor receives an adorable, curvy human as his ward! I’m getting married today and I’m so freaking depressed. My bridal gown is exquisite. The ring is enormous. But my groom is evil personified and I’m being forced into this doomed marriage. I’m seconds from breaking into a full-on ugly cry. And right then, as if by magic, the church doors burst open. Women scream and children scramble as a huge satanic-looking alien stomps down the aisle, flicking his tail, flashing flames and wreaking chaos in his wake. He’s looking right at me. “Charlotte Cruz?” the devil questions. I give a jerky nod, shocked into silence. The monster grunts in response, sweeps me off my feet and carries me away from the altar.

I suffer from resting bitch face (RBF). It’s sad but true. As a result, I turn people away. I’m not exactly bubbly and friendly. This is probably why my lonely job as a private investigator is perfect for my skill set. Usually, I’m very good at what I do. I get the job done and move on. But my latest assignment has thrown me for a loop. The satanic-looking Hyrrokin biologist I’ve been tracking has gotten under my skin. Sir Bane Ashmoor has become much more than a job. Through my telescopic lens, I can literally see my future unborn children in his deadly eyes. I’m full-on stalking this monstrous guy as he charts the migration of fire-beasts, spending countless unbillable hours in the wildlands, watching his every attractive move. What is wrong with me? When I trip and break my ankle my hot target finds me with my ass in the dirt, doing the full-on ugly cry. And he lifts me in his massive red arms and carries me back to his tent! He’s caring for me and I think he really likes me. Basically, it’s a dream come true. But what happens when Bane discovers he’s brought his stalker home? And he finds out who I really am, what I really do and who I work for? \cries\

I’ve been set up on a blind date with a Hyrrokin named Idun Grindstone? Noooo. This will never work! How can a human who is set to gain a significant inheritance have anything in common with a foul-mouthed, satanic-looking security specialist? Smoke regularly wafts out of this guy’s nostrils and his shiny barbed tail juts out in the air behind him as he prowls across the military hanger. But…I’m enchanted with Idun’s deep voice, his massive bare chest and (swoon) those epic thighs. This Hyrrokin is a handsome red devil and oh so touchable. And I want my tongue in his mouth, immediately. Unfortunately, Idun thinks I’m a spoiled, irresponsible party girl and he wants nothing to do with me. \eye roll\ Party girl? He must have me confused with my evil twin sister. And then I’m kidnapped by the Hyrrokin mafia and held for ransom. When Idun finds out, he activates his team at Molten Lava Security and all hell breaks loose. And that’s when I discover how much this fiery ex-soldier really cares about me—despite his protestations. Ha! \\Read Her Alien Ex-Con directly after His Human Socialite - the story of Jada's long-lost twin! :)

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!:)

The Fire Lord of Ashmoor cordially invites you to spend the human holiday termed “Christmas” at Ashmoor Manor. Join us for a special Christmas Eve dinner held in the great dining hall promptly at sunset. Decorating an Earth-type cone-shaped tree with “ornaments” and the exchange of charming, wrapped human-centric presents to follow. Lively human species songs performed by Ashmoor staff. Keep this invite secret! This is a surprise “original planet” holiday recreation for all the humans and half-human offspring on Tarvos. Branches of the Earth plant “Mistletoe” will be provided to all males present for their females! Author’s note: This holiday novella is much more enjoyable if read as part of the Monsters Love Curvy Girl series!

A month-long retreat of rest and relaxation from my high-powered career is just what I need. Until I’m the only human in a rental home community on a distant planet populated by beings who look like satanic devils. Yep. And on day three of my odd vacay, two young Hyrrokin girls enter my home and beg me to marry their dad, my neighbor. Somehow their scary-looking widower father, a retired Firestar General, needs a bound and they’ve chosen me as their new mom? I’ve already received an eyeful over the fence of their alarming and yet unbearably handsome dad, Crydan Flamestone, as he showers each day, fresh off the beach from his morning run. And maybe he’s caught me eyeing his naked red \cough\ muscles and doesn’t seem to mind? This does not mean I’m ready to become my neighbor’s wife or gain an instant Hyrrokin, flame-throwing family. These girls are darling, but I’m afraid they’ve picked the wrong female. What do I know about kids? Anyway, this guy seems to already have a fiancée. And she’s all wrong for him. And I don’t like the way she treats the girls. Oh shoot. Who am I kidding? Looks like I’m gonna have to meddle! Author’s note: This is a single dad romance with a fake engagement and no cheating! The OW drama seems high with this one, but is actually low. This is part of a series but can be read as a standalone.

I married a dead war hero. His name was Fire Lieutenant Byric Sandstone—an extremely wealthy Hyrrokin landowner, with a complicated estate. Obviously, I’m not really his widow. It’s a technicality, on paper so I could bypass immigration and perform my duties. Everyone but the lawyer who forged the signature thinks I’m really Byric’s chosen bound, but my real job is to care for his elderly grandmother and his three-headed wulver. I love my cushy life on Tarvos. One night, the front door to the mansion bursts open. A disheveled, wild-eyed and monstrous Lieutenant Sandstone returns home, having escaped from his prison cell behind enemy lines. Wait, my husband isn’t dead? “Who the hell are you?” he rasps. “Your bound,” I whimper from underneath the sheets. Oh no. How is this going to work out?

I’m lost in the middle of nowhere on a freaking alien planet. Running away from the Hyrrokin mafia. It’s as terrible as you can imagine. I haven’t eaten in two days and it’s raining in the wildlands. Lightning strikes overhead and thunder rumbles in the distance. I slip and fall in the mud. And then I sit at the bottom of a ravine, crying. There’s a blur in the distance. Is that a mirage? No, it’s a deadly, satanic\-looking male with a bare chest, huge black horns and a barbed tail racing right for me. I scream as this monster looms overhead. Am I his target? Is he here to recapture me? “I’ve got you, female,” he says with a deep, gentle tone. “I’m taking you to my ranch. I will protect and care for you.” He scoops me into his massive arms and I promptly faint from both panic and exhaustion. Please gods, let this turn out okay.

After a teeny incident with red paint, my hometown votes that it’s done with my activist ways . . . Now I’m on an entirely different planet, holding a single suitcase, standing on a platform, waiting for my new alien husband to arrive . . . I bite my lip as I wait because there’s one serious problem with this whole situation . . . after a best forgotten, one\-night stand gone wrong . . . I’m three months pregnant and obviously this baby won’t be his! My rancher husband parks his vehicle next to me \-\- looking like Satan himself. I manage to not choke with fear. His dark, assessing gaze pauses at the slight swell of my stomach. He inhales deeply and gives a curt nod. “Get in,” he orders. “Now you’re both mine.” Oh my . . . I leap into the vehicle beside him . . . it turns out I have a thing for sweaty, bare chested, hard muscled men who breathe fire. Who knew? \ \ \* Author’s Notes: There is no cheating or OM drama. "His Human Rebel" can be read as a standalone within the larger series, Monsters Love Curvy Girls but is best enjoyed directly after His Human Runaway (Thorn \& Mica) and Her Alien Husband (Burl \& Lucy's story). Only read if you enjoy satanic\-looking heroes and mouthy, curvy girl heroines!

An enemies\-to\-lovers, slow burn \+ witty banter \+ amnesia, monster romance! I’m a librarian who specializes in intergalactic antiquity, hired to restore the ancient tablets and print books of the Sandstone legacy. Now I’m on location in the wildlands of a remote planet called Tarvos. And my boss, the local satanic\-looking rancher financing this new library, hates my guts. It irritates him that a human was chosen by the antiquities council to run this Hyrrokin project. It doesn’t help matters that I saw him naked that one time… And then there’s a terrifying earthquake in the cave where the tablets are sourced and we’re stuck together, trying to find a way out. I end up tending to his wounds. And this is when I learn that maybe my boss doesn’t hate me as much as I thought. Author's His Human Librarian is \#13 in the Monsters Love Curvy Girls series but can be read as a standalone! Monsters Love Curvy Girls His Human Nanny His Human Surrogate His Human Assistant His Human Organizer His Human Ward His Human Stalker His Human Socialite Fire Lord Holiday His Human Neighbor His Human Widow His Human Runaway His Human Rebel His Human Librarian Monster Bites Her Alien Priest Her Alien Ghost Her Alien Angel Her Alien Ex\-Con Her Alien Bully Her Alien Stepbrother Her Alien Husband