Swipe Right for Monsters (Monster Match #1)

by R. O'Leary

“Holy shit, look at that tongue!” Ashley ripped the phone out of her hand and stared. “Girl, you have got to go on a date with him.” “He’s part lizard!” “He can be part gecko and try to sell me car insurance for all I care. Imagine what that tongue could be doing to your bits right now!”

“Can we keep her?” Jasper asked quietly.

Romance wasn’t just dead—it was dead, embalmed, and buried somewhere in the Bermuda Triangle.

“Why do they get a second date?” The werewolf’s words were tight, but his hands were gentle as he settled her wrap over her shoulders. “Because they asked for one,” Nicole said smoothly. She turned around and patted his arm. “You didn’t.” He gaped. “But—” “Dibs on tomorrow night!” Drake called from the kitchen. "You can't dibs—” Wes argued. "Just did!”

Fucking shifters. What, were they allergic to pants?

“Boyfriends?” Wes interrupted her scattered thoughts. He raised his eyebrows, a smile fighting its way forward. “I generally don’t let roommates fingerbang me on the hood of a car,” Nicole deadpanned. “Pick. A. Chore.”

Where was a ShamWow when you needed one?

“We can get s’mores if you want,” he promised. “I even know of a fire we can toast the marshmallows over.” “Too soon.” “Yep. I knew it as soon as I said it.”