Bewitching Her Monsters (Bewitching Monsters, #1)

by Yve Vale

I’m waving at my face to stop my freak out. If they look over at me now, I may just die. My obituary will read: “She died horny, survived only by her closest friend, her vibrator, Mr. O’Mygawd.”

Finally, the guy on the other end is the smallest and sleekest of the oversized bunch. He scans the room every few minutes with a smoldering mien with ice-blue eyes. This one might be able to literally light my panties on fire.

She describes Flint as stony, I’m an alphahole, Maxum is hot as hell, and Calder has smoldering eyes. I chuckle at that.

I figure out that reference on my own—modern-day flashing. From this day forward, these dicks will now be burnt sausages.

When someone reads a book, they join me in my world. I tell them there’s a handsome man with a cocky grin sitting across from me, and they are there with me. They get to fill in everything else about you. In a way, the reader and I can become co-creators in that world. And then the characters really take on a life of their own. They become real. In a way.”

Forget fucking. If he does the dishes, I think I might spontaneously orgasm.

Why is it that the only accepted form of emotional expression is snarky anger? Be tough. Be strong. And be an asshole. No. Sometimes we just need to grieve. Say how we feel. Sometimes, we need to call out how fucked life can be. If we don’t acknowledge what’s wrong, what makes us depressed, then we rarely make the changes we need to get out of it.

Geeze. These supes don’t play around. It’s let me ‘lick your pussy, and then I’m mating you for eternity’ in the next breath.

“Why do I feel like a glorified boy toy right now?” “Does that mean you don’t want to fuck me with it?” she asks. “Shame.” I smack her ass lightly. “You are a brat.” “If I admit I am, do I get to play with my new toy?”

He’s been caught. All my animals are snuggled up with him on his bed. It has to be the most adorable scene I’ve ever seen.

“Orianna believes that freedom and compassion matter more than rules. And she’ll never explain her scars.”