Your Coffin or Mine (Monster Bae, #1)

by Jacklyn Hyde

“Vlad Dracula, the Impaler, brought low by the first pair of tits he’s seen in ages. If only I had known all it would take was a set of breasts to get you up and walking,” he snarks.

“Oh my god,” I pant out. “God damned me long ago, and if you’re going to cry anyone’s name, it will be mine.”

Attempting to avoid the aching between my legs, I awkwardly tiptoe to the bathroom, sore from the night before—which shall henceforth be known as The Dickening.

I have never been this sore in my life. Muscles are hurting in places I didn’t know existed, and here I thought this shit only happens in romance novels with Duskwalkers or blue aliens that have dicks down to their knees.