Monstrous Meet Cutes

Audited by a monster—sounds awful, right? I knew I shouldn't have opened my door, but when a seven-foot descendant of a death god comes calling, you answer. Especially if this Anubis is from the government, but I don't have anything to hide from the IRS. Right? Right?! Turns out, my mom—a.k.a. my business accountant—does.

Inked by a monster—sounds cool, right? Until the guy accidentally imprinted on me. What was supposed to be a birthday gift to myself backfired in my face. How was I to know when I told him "Surprise me" that the fine-ass monster man would somehow embed his essence into my tattoo? Or that I'd come from his skilled fingers tapping a needle full of ink into my back? Now, ever since my tat-gasm, the guy follows me like a love-sick puppy… Intriguing me. Idolizing me. Impaling me. But I don't do insta-love, no matter how hot the s-e-x is.

Bossed by a monster—sounds overbearing, right? It is, and this guy's not just any monster. He's a Boggart—the literal being of nightmares—and I swear his sole mission in life is to make mine a bad dream come true. Every time I turn around, he's there. Bedazzling me. Bewitching me. Befriending me. But I won't back down, not even when Mr. Ettin proposes a friendly little bet. Who cares what the stakes are—there's no way my boss is gonna win. Except… he does.

Except I'm not the type anyone ever gives a second glance to, let alone is interested in. The only things guys check out from me are the books in the library that I oversee. But every day, the same Chupacabra comes back. At first, I think he's just lonely as he prowls behind me as I work, asking me questions. Then I realize he can't read.