For five long years I didn’t know my cat could turn into a vampire. That means I’ve spent five long years squishing little black toe beans, participating in all-night cuddles, and calling a full-grown man my itty bitty stinky kitty baby . When my near-death experience forces Zylus Myrkur to tell me the truth about how magic is real, I nope my way right back into my fish bowl. I will not be participating in any tropes, thank you. This is not a fish out of water, enemies to lovers romantasy. This is me—barely functional adult—attempting to live my best life, which consists solely of reading books, eating cheese, and falling asleep on the couch. It does not include making friends with werewolf chihuahuas, meeting a moth faerie prince, or defeating a boogeyman. And it absolutely, completely, most definitely does not include falling in love. Falling in Love with My Vampire Cat is a laugh-out-loud romantic comedy with light fantasy elements, neurodivergent characters, and plenty of closed-door sizzle.

When my chihuahua turns into my celebrity crush, it’s like a fanfiction come to life. Not my fanfiction, mind you. I could never write the Doliver Talon eating dog food, submitting himself to tiny costumes, or gnawing on chicken feet under my bed without his millions of fangirls going feral. To put it plainly, self-preservation forbids me from upsetting the twelve-year-old masses… It does not, however, forbid me from mingling with a moth prince, a vampire cat, and a grumpy single-dad dream eater in a magical world I never could have imagined. Even with the imminent threat of encountering Ollie’s alphahole brothers, I’ve finally found the place I belong. Unfortunately, staying there means giving up everything that makes me human. And no matter how hard I fall for the man who has spent the past year writing me secret love songs, some decisions weigh less when they’re only fanfiction. Falling in Love with My Chihuahua Shifter is a laugh-out-loud romantic comedy with light fantasy elements, neurodivergent characters, and plenty of closed-door sizzle.

Just so you know, kidnapping is on the table. All I’ve ever wanted is to live in a fantasy world, and, yes, I am willing to sell my soul to a moth faerie prince to make that happen. Which is perfect because after I’ve accidentally, maybe, kinda, sorta hit one with my car, that’s exactly what he asks for. My soul. And a kiss. But we won’t talk about that. Because he told me not to. And I’m very good at keeping secrets. (Especially the one about how he flew into my headlights. I didn’t immediately blurt that to his chihuahua shifter and vampire cat friends at. all.) I know I’m in over my head when he announces to his kingdom that I’m his soulmate and blackmails me into playing his “princess.” In fact, I think I was in over my head long before I ever stepped foot in Faerie… A scandalous, forced marriage of convenience isn’t going to fix that feeling…but maybe, just maybe, the moth faerie prince who looks at me like he’s never met another person before can show me the answer I haven’t been able to find on my own. Falling in Love with the Moth Faerie Prince is a laugh-out-loud romantic comedy with light fantasy elements, neurodivergent characters, and plenty of closed-door sizzle. PLEASE NOTE the main character struggles with depression.

He’s the current bane of my existence…and the hot monster haunting my dreams. Maybe if he weren’t also the single father of one of my students, I’d be okay with the evening jaunts into the skankier parts of my subconscious, even though nothing ever goes anywhere. I mean, a private elementary school teacher has to relieve stress somehow, right? Unfortunately, the growly, grumpy man isn’t just a parent my brain reimagines with fangs and claws; he’s also possibly abusing his daughter. Or part of a cult. Or…just really, really awkward…and sweet…and smart…and hopelessly attractive…and… Well. And fae. Falling in Love with the Man of My Nightmares is a laugh-out-loud romantic comedy with light fantasy elements, neurodivergent characters, and plenty of closed-door sizzle.

“Snowflake?” My stomach drops into my toes as I turn to find Alexios wandering through the evening like a wraith. The instant my eyes are on him, he stops. Takes a step back. Scanning me from head to toe, he asks, “What’s wrong?” “You got here fast.” “You beckoned.” With all the elegance in the world, he bows. “I exist to serve.” Facing him squarely, I cross my arms. “That’s a concerning statement coming from a faerie. You good, bro?” His smile is devious and devilishly handsome when he lifts his head. “I did not specify who I exist to serve. It could be my prince, myself…or even you, if you could make it worth my time.” My gut tangles up in knots at the mere notion. “I believe I asked what’s wrong,” he says. Well. For one, I have a flirty faerie soulmate in my driveway. And, for two, I'm about to bind myself to him. Forever.