An enemies-to-lovers, slow burn + witty banter + amnesia, monster romance!

I’m a librarian who specializes in intergalactic antiquity, hired to restore the ancient tablets and print books of the Sandstone legacy. Now I’m on location in the wildlands of a remote planet called Tarvos. And my boss, the local satanic-looking rancher financing this new library, hates my guts. It irritates him that a human was chosen by the antiquities council to run this Hyrrokin project.

It doesn’t help matters that I saw him naked that one time…

And then there’s a terrifying earthquake in the cave where the tablets are sourced and we’re stuck together, trying to find a way out.

I end up tending to his wounds.

And this is when I learn that maybe my boss doesn’t hate me as much as I thought.

Authors note: His Human Librarian is #13 in the Monsters Love Curvy Girls series but can be read as a standalone!

My identity as a juror in a high-profile criminal trial has been leaked all over the press and I need protection. Now a scary, blue-skinned alien from another planet has been hired as my private security? A bit over the top, but he's supposedly the best of the best at what he does.

Well, okay…but why does this handsome guy have to move into the apartment with me?

And does he really need to bring that many weapons?

It's getting hot in here and I have to fan myself because with all those muscles on display I'm feeling light-headed.

Now I'm starting to think I need to guard my heart because, I don't want him to leave.

When Tall, Dark and Handsome has fangs that peek past his lips.

So white and sharp.

The dark beard, threaded with gray does it for me.

Justice Bloodworth is easily fifteen years older than me. He's also my father's best friend. And he's an alien “vampire” whose species drinks blood from their mate during intimate moments.

Three very valid reasons to stay away.

But when we're stranded overnight in a remote, rustic, hunting cabin Justice bares his fangs and growls. The proximity of my scent throws him into a blood frenzy. Apparently, he wants me but promised my father never to touch his daughter?

Uh oh.

This Korn is a male of his word. I should help him maintain this vow.

Really, I should.

But somehow, I can't.

Today I was fake arrested from my workplace.

Handcuffs were slapped onto my wrists (to the delight of my meddlesome younger sister) and I was taken directly from my bakery, to townhall and placed in a comfy, temporary jail cell with a group of other jovial townspeople also “arrested” for the day.

I'm happy to be here, supporting the spring fundraiser for the county food bank.

Except…

Sheriff Underwood, the very same intimidating orc I've been crushing on for the last six months, is the officer who personally apprehended me. The male who normally ignores my very existence. But the moment those prop handcuffs went around my wrists, he growled and sniffed my hair?

After we're all settled in our cell with donuts and coffee, a tornado siren blares.

The Sheriff stands much too close, a rough hand on my hip and his lips against my ear.

Mmm. Maybe he does know I exist?

A grumpy alien war veteran lives alone on the edge of town in a dusty mansion. He's a recluse with sharp fangs and a questionable amount of alien blood stored in his fridge.

I should stay away from this big guy, like everyone else does. But his gorgeous, molten gaze causes my heart to flutter and I'm fascinated with the sound of his deep, luscious voice. I'm the only one he's ever spoken to and I want to know him better. I need to draw him out from his isolation, but how?

It turns out the sullen alien “vampire” enjoys donuts. Perfect. So I show up on his property to deliver pastries from my small-town bakery.

And then my car breaks down. Hes angry that Im stuck overnight with him in his spooky mansion but I'm here. He keeps insisting its not safe for me to be near him.

But for some reason, I think hes wrong.

After a teeny incident with red paint, my hometown votes that it's done with my activist ways. Now I'm on an entirely different planet, holding a single suitcase, standing on a platform, waiting for my new alien husband to arrive.

I bite my lip as I wait because there's one serious problem with this whole situation. After a best forgotten, one-night stand gone wrong, I'm three months pregnant and obviously this baby won't be his.

My rancher husband parks his vehicle next to me, looking like Satan himself. I manage to not choke with fear. His dark, assessing gaze pauses at the slight swell of my stomach.

He inhales deeply and gives a curt nod. “Get in,” he orders. “Now you're both mine.”

Oh my. I leap into the seat beside him. Because it turns out I have a thing for sweaty, bare chested, hard muscled men who breathe fire. Who knew?

Author's Note: There is no cheating or OM drama. This can be read as a standalone within the larger Monsters Love Curvy Girls series but is best enjoyed directly after His Human Runaway (Thorn　Mica) and Her Alien Husband (Burl　Lucy). Only read if you enjoy satanic-looking heroes and mouthy, curvy girl heroines.