This series can be read in any order.A loathsome monster has you trapped in his castle. Worse, something inside you is trying to break free. Something just as terrible as him. Can you halt your transformation before you lose yourself forever?You’ve always felt different from everyone else, an outsider, someone who doesn’t quite fit in. You’ve never understood why, until one night you’re snatched from your bed and hauled before a creature who’s straight out of your nightmares.Huge, powerful, dreadful, he pursues you as his chosen mate and forces you to face the reality of what you are. Despite your resistance, the truth becomes undeniable. You’re changing before your own eyes and there’s nothing you can do to stop it. And the only person—thing—you can turn to for help is the one who did this to you in the first place. Someone like a killer, a cannibal …A monster.Part 4 of the Unnatural Instinct the hard and fast, wacky and naughty sexual encounters between humans and their monstrous or magical lovers.
Just your average writer/reader who loves to write what she wants to read. These books are primarily for my own guilty pleasure. Feel free to see if you like them too!
I particularly enjoy slow-burn erotic romance with complex characters and dark undertones. Though I still love a raunchy quickie!
"He stops his pacing and folds his arms as he leans casually against one of the bedposts. ‘You’re not human. You never were and you never will be. The sooner you accept it, the easier it will be for you.’ He lifts his nose, closing his eyes as he does. ‘I can smell you like no other being on this planet. The things you make me feel.’ He sighs and opens his eyes again. ‘I’ve been looking for you for a long time.’"
"Skin peels back. Tendons snap. Cartilage rips. And the blood—there’s blood everywhere. It feels oily and thick and fills your lungs with its stench. Your screams fill the night. Several times you blackout and for those brief moments you experience the bliss of nothing until you come to again in a storm of agony. ‘I’m dying,’ you cough when you rise to consciousness for the fifth time. ‘No.’"
"Too tired to fight, you obey. Panting, you gaze up at him, your arms limp at your sides, your chest heaving. He growls as he smooths his hands over your breasts before leaning over and giving both of them little sucking kisses that make you tingle again between the legs. Will it never end?"