Wendi Guff

CHECKED OUT BY A MONSTER—sounds hot, right?Except I’m not the type anyone ever gives a second glance to, let alone is interested in. The only thing 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. Knowing his job depends upon it, I offer to teach him, reading stories aloud to the sweet monster. Everything is great until he brings me The Tentacle Kama Sutra and Monster Orgasms with a wink, silently daring me to open them—and like an idiot, I accept the challenge. Now the damned man won’t leave me alone. He’s always lurking behind my shelves…Chasing me. Charming me. Cherishing me. It’s almost like one of those monster romances I secretly read alone at night—but those stories are labeled fiction for a reason. Will I continue to hide behind the pages of my book, or will Chente prove love isn’t just make-believe?

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. Can I find a way to remove the tat, or will Ilian infiltrate the walls I’ve built around my heart?

MONSTER SPEED DATING—sounds fun, right?Except my life as a marine biologist takes a slippery turn when I mistake a cthulhu for an octopus, only to find him seated across from me on date night. Now, every time I turn around, he’s there. Watching. Winking. Waiting until I succumb to his charm. But I’m not ready for love. I have my studies, a mission to save the ocean, and a secret darker than the deepest depths of the sea. Will Chaos claim me as his, or will I run from him like everyone else in my life?

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. Now, every time I turn around, he’s there. Assessing. Advising. Arousing me until I can’t think straight. But I don’t need a stranger to fix my problems. I’m doing just fine on my own, and I swear the only thing crumbling in my life is the topping on my amazing fruit cobblers. Will I let Ahnou past the defenses I’ve built around my heart, or is my fall about to get taxing?