Some monsters do more than go bump in the night. A six-story bundle absolutely stuffed with romantic monsterotica and steamy BDSM that's totally enthusiastic and never that dark. Ride or Die: FFM Werewolf Motorcycle Club Rivalry Flight or fight instinct demands that I writhe, fight back, do something—anything—but I am one wrong move away from my face painting the side of the abandoned highway. I am at the mercy of a blood-feud that even my great-great-great-grandparents do not remember life without. Of a mature werewolf of few words—all of them gruff—nights before the blood moon for which the most notorious pack in the state is known. And I am a gift for his Alpha. His queen. My lifelong rival. Whether I can take them both--in so many more ways than one--should be the last thing on my mind. Shipwrecked with the Sea Witch's Mermaids: FFFFM Pirate Sex Contract Another scream, another breaking wave, another lung full of salty water. I splutter to the surface, clinging to splintered wood as my fingers begin to bleed, and my bruised limbs are battered by the tide. I tell myself not to scream. We’re too far from shore. Too isolated. In six years aboard pirate ships, I heard plenty of stories about the beauties beneath the waves to know not to accept the lifeline the mermaid trio offers me. Once I've seen them, it isn’t fear of death that makes me nod. Bite and Seek: MF Vampire Hide and Seek Littles shriek and scatter. Vampires laugh and gather around the circle of shot glasses glowing crimson in the moonlight. The countdown strikes zero, and we raise our glasses with a discordant howl that will drive every werewolf in a ten-mile-radius to the brink of a frustrated shift. Bloodwine drips down my chin as I drop my shot glass and sprint into the cemetery. The loam sinks beneath my boots. Each stride opens more, stretching my muscles and reminding me how good it feels to run among my kind where I never have to hold back. The smell of sweat and sweets, the sound of poorly muffled giggles and racing heartbeats—I am in vampire heaven. kINKed: MM Centaur Tattoo Parlor I speak softly, but don’t dare mumble, no matter how my stomach twists with the nerves of being back in the centaur-owned tattoo parlor and the anxiety that led me through its doors. I hurry toward the chair I know all too well, not daring to pause beside Kyro's hulking body. I stand with my head bowed and my hands splayed and listen for the tell-tale click of hooves circling me. The only thing Kyro enjoys more than watching me fail is watching me struggle. He sees me in ways others don’t; he understands that this is why I’m really here. Cat Got Your Tongue: FF Fae Black Light Party I weave between sweaty bodies. Naked inhabitants, eyes glazed with lust and pupils dilated by Ambrosia, dance, and crawl, and make exquisite use of any and all toys tossed inside. But I do not pause to watch any of them. The main event waits at the far end of the club—long tables topped with individual crates nestle in the shadow of the wall. I almost lose hope, passing the empty cages, but my breath catches when I finally stop at hers. Paging the Minotaur: FFFM Minotaur Medical Play “Ooops,” Phae says, entirely deadpan. Of course, the troublemaker who instigated all of this is the only one of us keeping a straight face. Even when she stares our superior straight in the eye and points at the stain spreading on his massive white coat. “Looks like you’ve made a bit of a mess there on your scrubs, Doctor.” These are short standalones that may be read in any order, with no connection or spoilers for the others, with an implied HFN for all characters. Content notes for each story are in front matter and on the author's website; all stories contain RACK with no noncon and no conception, reproduction, etc.