Monster Relationships

Deckhand by trade. Multiverse linchpin by fate. Nathan Davidson thought the toughest part of his new deckhand job would be sunburned tourists and endless towels. He was wrong. A shimmering door, a staffer with cat-eyes, and whispered tales of hidden realms show him the Oceanic Majesty isn’t just a cruise ship but a gateway to other worlds—and his mysterious past may be the key to it all. This series contains unconventional relationships with multiple women.

The monsters didn't just want her kingdom. They wanted her womb. Princess Isolde spent her life preparing to rule a civilized court. But civilization burns to ash when Gromak the Iron Tyrant smashes through her castle gates. The massive emerald warlord offers her a cruel choice. She can watch her people perish or surrender her freedom to become the breeding stock of the Iron Horde. She chooses the chains. Now she belongs to Gromak and his three elite knights. Thrag the Skullcracker, Urzog the Bloodreaver, and Drakkar the Warchanter do not know how to be gentle. They demand she service their...

She came to watch the moon. He came to claim his mate. Amateur astronomer Marina Cross is determined to capture the perfect photo of the rare blood moon. She ignores the warning signs and sneaks onto restricted land, finding a clearing that feels ancient and sacred. She thinks she's alone, ready for a celestial spectacle. But the clearing belongs to Kaedor, the exiled alpha of a werewolf pack. The crimson light of the eclipse awakens a primal madness within him, a need to hunt, to claim, to possess. When he finds a human female on his sacred altar stone, he sees not an intruder, but a gift ...

He bought me, chained me, but nothing prepared me for the beast who now claims me. Zivra They sold me as a prize to the highest bidder—Korvax, a minotaur warlord with a savage reputation. He’s monstrous, relentless, and intent on breaking me. Yet each brutal touch ignites desires I never knew existed. My mind screams for freedom, but my traitorous heart yearns to surrender completely to the beast whose darkness matches my own. Korvax She’s mine by right of purchase, a beautiful, defiant treasure I intend to tame. Zivra fights me at every turn, her fiery resistance fueling my obsession...

He came to conquer. She swore to resist. But in the war of dominance and desire, only one will kneel. Elara I will never bow. Not to the monsters who burned my village. Not to the warlord who ripped me from my home. I am not his to command, to use, to break. No matter how my body betrays me. No matter how his golden eyes watch me like a beast ready to devour. He can drag me to his camp. He can chain me. But he will never own me. Varkash She fights me. Claws at me. Spits in my face. But I see it—the way her breath hitches when I get too close, the shudder she tries to hide when I touch her...

Conflict is a natural part of any intimate relationship. Yet most couples either avoid it or try to smooth over their differences. This often results in at least one partner compromising their integrity—and stunting their own growth. Monsters in Love challenges the idea that conflict between partners is unhealthy or something to avoid. Instead, it encourages both people to stand by what they need and who they are—but to do so with compassion rather than competitiveness or vengefulness.

At seven minutes past midnight, thirteen-year-old Conor wakes to find a monster outside his bedroom window. But it isn’t the monster Conor’s been expecting - he’s been expecting the one from his nightmare, the nightmare he’s had nearly every night since his mother started her treatments. The monster in his backyard is different. It’s ancient. And wild. And it wants something from Conor. Something terrible and dangerous. It wants the truth.

The first daughter is for the Throne. The second daughter is for the Wolf. For fans of Uprooted and The Bear and the Nightingale comes a dark, sweeping debut fantasy novel about a young woman who must be sacrificed to the legendary Wolf of the Wood to save her kingdom. But not all legends are...

The New York Times bestselling author of The Alienist tells the extraordinary story of Masha, a half-wild rescue cat who fought off a bear, tackled Caleb like a linebacker—and bonded with him as tightly as any cat and human possibly can. “The most brilliant feline portrait in literary...

To save his mountain, he had to claim her soul. Ariana Cole is a blacksmith, her spirit as fiery as the volcanic forge she calls home. Her life is one of steel and sweat until a voice from the heart of the mountain makes her an offer: become the personal smith for a creature of myth. Glorath, the last great dragon, needs her skill to forge weapons against the invaders bleeding his domain dry. In return, he offers her a forge of wonders and a power beyond mortal dreams. But the pact quickly ignites into a consuming passion. Glorath is a possessive, ancient being, and his desire is as vast ...

She was hunted, exiled, and broken—until the forest marked her for two monsters who refuse to let her go. Wren I ran to survive, not to be claimed. But the Hollow had other plans. Now I’m branded with a mark I don’t understand and trapped between two minotaurs—Garron, the scarred war-leader with a voice like thunder, and Rhevik, the wild-eyed predator who circles me like prey. They say I belong to the Hollow. They say I belong to them. But I’ve never bowed before anyone—and I’m not starting now. Even if their touch ruins me. Even if part of me craves the chaos. Garron She’s ...

Two dominant minotaur rodeo stars. One lucky little human. And zero rules in the bedroom—or the arena. Tamsin I was broke, juggling vet tech school and surviving on ramen, when I landed a temp gig at the Silverhorn Rodeo Circuit. It was supposed to be easy money, nothing more—until Boone and Trace walked into my life. These minotaur rodeo legends, dominant and devastatingly attractive, offered me luxury, protection, and pleasure I couldn't resist. I promised myself I'd never become a sugarbaby, but now I'm craving the possessive way they cherish and ruin me. Boone The moment we saw ...

He was her target, her monster, her damnation... and her only salvation. Tara Fang is the only hunter skilled enough to stop the beast slaughtering its way through the forests of her village. Tracking the monster to its lair is a duty she accepts without question, but the creature she corners is no mindless animal. He is Darius, the last sane werewolf of a cursed bloodline, a lonely sentinel fighting a secret war against his own feral kin. He is intelligent, articulate, and brutally powerful. And he decides Tara is not his enemy, but his prize. Trapped in his mountain den, Tara finds her ...

I was sold to a warlord. But I won’t break. And I won’t kneel. Zara My father sold me like cattle. His price? Safe passage and a temporary alliance with Ragnar the Sandreaver—a warlord as brutal as he is merciless. They expect me to bow, to accept my fate. But they don’t know me. I don’t kneel. I don’t submit. And I sure as hell won’t belong to him. But Ragnar doesn’t take disobedience lightly. He doesn’t ask. He doesn’t beg. He takes. And every time I defy him, he seems to enjoy it more. I should fear him. I should hate him. And yet, when he looks at me with those ...

Spread Me is a darkly seductive tale of survival from Sarah Gailey, bestselling author of Just Like Home. A routine probe at a research station turns deadly when the team discovers a strange specimen in search of a warm place to stay. "This erotic female-centered story of body horror grabs...

She stepped into their world as a choice, but now she belongs to the darkness they awaken. Nova Entering Velvet Horns as their sugarbaby was thrilling, seductive, and reckless. Now, I’m caught between two powerful minotaurs—Kieron, dominating and intense, and Thorne, dangerously playful. They control my pleasure, ignite forbidden desires, and push my boundaries to breaking. Yet beneath the decadence lies danger, secrets, and a growing darkness that threatens to claim us all. I'm theirs, bound by lust and power, but can I trust them with my heart—or my life? Kieron Nova Quinn is ...

She went looking for forbidden power. Now she’s leaking for the god she accidentally bound to her soul. Lina I’m the Voss heiress, primped and programmed for control. But all of that shattered the second I stepped into The Abyss. The moment I saw him. Varnok. Horned, towering, ancient and dark as sin. I didn’t mean to summon him. I just wanted to feel something real. But he saw me. Claimed me. Marked me with a sigil that burns through my chest and throbs between my legs. I hate how much I ache. How fast I leak. And how badly I want him to keep pushing. Varnok They thought they could ...

Condemned to a labyrinth of nightmares, I was meant to die. But he had other plans. And now? Now, I don’t know if I want to escape... or be ruined forever. Erynn I hit the ground hard. Chains bite into my wrists, the damp stink of the labyrinth thick in my lungs. They say no one leaves this place alive. But death isn’t what stalks me in the dark. It’s him. Korrath. A monster carved from rage and ruin, with claws that could tear me apart and eyes that burn like molten gold. He doesn’t want me dead. No, that would be too easy. He wants me on my knees. Helpless. His. But I am not weak....

They marked her as theirs—but she’ll make them earn every inch of her surrender. Zara I’m just a tattoo artist, scraping by, until two monstrous minotaurs, Zarruk and Veylax, barge into my life, claiming I'm their fated sugarbaby. Their offer—wealth, protection, pleasure—is irresistible. Yet their mark brands me, body and soul, igniting desires darker than I've ever known. I fight their dominance, but each fierce touch and possessive claim makes my resistance weaker. Now danger shadows us, threatening to destroy what we've built—and I'm not sure if I’m strong enough to resist ...

She summoned him for fun. He claimed her forever. Rowan Hale’s drunken ritual was a joke, until it wasn’t. Her chant summons a real god from the earth, the primal Pumpkin King. Druros is a creature of fire and vines with a desperate hunger, and he declares her his bride, the anchor he needs to survive. He isn't asking, he's taking. Bound by living vines and claimed in raw, punishing rituals, Rowan becomes his altar. He calls her his soil, his harvest, made only to be filled with his seed. Every act of defiance is met with a brutal reminder of who she belongs to. But beneath the terror, ...