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Not all monsters are fantasy. Some are very real, and they walk among us. They're our friends, family, neighbors, and co-workers. They're the people we're supposed to trust...and they know it. Contained within this anthology are 35 never-before-published works by supremely talented authors and best-selling novelists. Brace yourself for the unexpected and unimaginable horror of...human monsters.

When a spirited young woman with a penchant for adventure finds herself locked away in a dragon’s tower, she realizes that fate has a peculiar sense of humor when it comes to her romantic prospects in this laugh-out-loud fantasy rom-com, perfect for fans of Legends & Lattes and The Dragon's...

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.

I was engineered in the freezing labs of Siberia to be a weapon against the dark. I never expected to be sold to the king of monsters. Elian Vance is a Venator. Genetically altered, trained to feel nothing, and lethal to the vampires that plague Neo-London. He is a tool of war—until he’s captured, stripped of his armor, and thrown onto an alien auction block. The highest bidder is a nightmare carved from obsidian scales and ancient heat. Warlord Vorakh. He is eight feet of terrifying, primal power, the last king of a dying star-faring race. The Vrail are facing extinction, silenced by a...

I sold my body to buy a massacre. Now I fight to keep my chains. I walked into the frozen wastes of my own free will. I stood before K’rog, the Chieftain of the Orcs, and offered him the only currency he would accept: my womb in exchange for the heads of the men who slaughtered my family. I expected a cold transaction. I expected to be used and discarded once the debt was paid. I was wrong. K’rog didn’t just want a breeder; he wanted a queen. Marked by his antler bead and claimed by his rough touch, I have ceased to be the noblewoman I once was. My body is changing, answering his ...

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 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 party girl and wants nothing to do with me.

She wanted no horns, no fur, and absolutely no dairy. 🚫🐮🥛 Ellie signed up for Monster Dating Agency as a joke, a late-night dare after one too many dead-end dates and an empty pint of salted caramel. On her "ABSOLUTELY NOT" list? Excessive body hair, mooing, and definitely no farm boys. Then she matched with Bavor “Bo” Thrix. 💘🐂 Seven feet of shy, muscular minotaur. Suspenders that somehow work. And the owner of Udder Delights, a gourmet ice cream shop where the premium milk comes straight from... him. Three days. One shy minotaur. And a dating trial she never meant to ...

To Lucien Montclair, a pulse isn’t just a meal. It’s a vintage. For a vampire with a refined palate, the modern world is a culinary wasteland. The 21st century tastes like cheap fast food: a bland, endless slurry of digital fatigue, commute-induced stress, and lukewarm anxiety. Lucien hasn’t had a decent meal in decades. He is bored, he is starving, and he is undeniably a snob. Then he bumps into Adalyn. Adalyn is a disaster. She is a walking, talking open wound of emotions. She tastes like a chaotic symphony—a spicy kick of blinding rage, a smooth finish of manic joy, and an ...

She wanted the greenest, grumpiest monster on the menu. 💚🧌🍽 Clara joined Monster Dating Agency for one reason only: to piss off her monster-hating father with a single fake date. On her “ABSOLUTELY NOT” list? Green skin, sports, and men who grunt more than they talk. So of course, she made sure to leave those exact boxes unticked. Then she matched with Thorn. 💘🏒 Seven-foot-six of tusks, grit, and barely leashed aggression. Silent. Staring. Built like sin in a hockey jersey. Hands like shovels. A growl that makes her knees go soft. One fake date. One family dinner. With an...

Get Sten Flagstone's HEA—An enemies to lovers romance!

I arrive on Alia Terra tempted by the promise of fertile land and females. Filled with longing, I cannot rest until I find a sweet mate just for me. One who will warm my bed at night, one for whom I will build my fortune under the scorching sun. There is only one way to meet a perfect match: the Temple. I do the test and focus on building a prosperous ranch for the female who is destined for me. She will have the best of everything. The wait is long. Long enough to lose hope. And then, the letter comes. My mate is ready to be claimed, and I set out immediately. Nothing can stop me now. When...

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.

He was born a living weapon. She was forged into a holy sacrifice. Maath is the valley’s gentle healer, a giant terrified of his own strength. He hasn't touched another soul in eight years, fearing the berserker rage that lives in his blood. Elara is a priestess of the Light Order, cursed with divine fire that is slowly consuming her from the inside out. When she is dragged to his valley in chains, there is only one way to save them both. Skin-to-skin contact. The mating bond detonates between them, forcing the monster and the martyr into an impossible intimacy. If he lets go, she burns. ...

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, its 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.

She just wanted to disappear. He was bred to be a weapon. Neither planned on being trapped together in the dark. Sarah Hodges has one rule for survival: make yourself useful, or get discarded. She just needs one final, highly illegal harvest of rare bioluminescent flora from Sector 4 to pay off her debts and buy her permanent independence. But Sector 4 is the most lethal quarantine zone on the planet, and her infiltration ends with her caught in a snare by the area's apex predator. Tarn is a nightmare of biomechanical engineering. Bred in a corporate black-site and abandoned to the jungle, ...

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I'm not looking for true love on another planet. I'm just looking for a way out before there's nothing left of me to give. I'm the woman who handles everything — my mother's dementia, my brother's money issues, my sister's emotional breakdowns — and I'm bone-dry empty. So I walk into an alien matchmaking facility expecting to get on a list for “someday.” I’m not expecting a seven-foot, scarred, forest-green orc rounding the corner and dropping to his knees like he just took a blow he wasn't braced for. Ruhn isn't even in the match pool, but his biology doesn't care. One scent of ...

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.

My future was a dead-end road in the West Virginia hills, but I never imagined the monster waiting at the end of it. Elias Thorne is trapped. Trapped by poverty, by duty to his ailing grandmother, and by the suffocating quiet of a hollow that has swallowed his dreams. He dismisses the town’s growing panic about a winged creature with red eyes in the dark as superstitious nonsense—a story to fill the void left by empty mines and broken promises. But the whispers are real. And the night a silent, smiling man stops his truck on a lonely road, Elias’s world doesn’t just end—it’s ...

I was broke, desperate, and gullible enough to let my neighbor recruit me into selling "Enchanted Wellness Oils." I thought it was a scam. I didn't know the "Lavender Calm" was actually a potent Fae love potion. And I definitely didn't know I’d accidentally sell a bottle to a disguised Summer Court Prince. Lior is rich, powerful, and—thanks to a manufacturing error—completely obsessed with me. He didn't just leave a five-star review. He showed up at my studio apartment in a limo, demanding to join my "coven." He thinks my sales pitch is a spell. He thinks my downline is a royal court....