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A big part of why I moved to a remote island was to escape my mother. She wants me to get married, settle down, and pop out some grand-trophies. I’m not opposed to the idea, but every time I swipe right, I seem to end up dating hot messes or worse: suspiciously perfect guys. I want a normal guy who loves to snuggle and binge watch TV until we fall asleep in each other’s arms. Is that too much to ask? I hadn’t even finished unpacking before my mom’s housewarming gift was tossed onto my porch—an antique lamp. While checking for damage, I rubbed the lamp, and you’d never guess what came out.

The first three books in the best-selling Monsters Love Curvy Girls series! Ferocious flame-throwing, satanic-looking males with tender-hearted marshmallow interiors who passionately love their human females exactly as they are. This box set includes the following books: Book One: His Human Nanny, narrated by Patrick Zeller and Lexi Maynard; Book Two: His Human Surrogate, narrated by Patrick Zeller and Victoria Mei; and Book Three: His Human Assistant, narrated by Patrick Zeller and Neva Navarre.

Darla Drake, Duchess of Death, is a legendary monster who has haunted the woods around Camp Clear Creek for years. Until an existential crisis forces her to take a sabbatical from wreaking havoc on pimply teens while she figures out what she really wants from the rest of her (possibly infinite) life. But what does a monster do when her malevolent days are over? For Darla, it’s spending time with the decapitated—yet still overbearing—head of her mother, reading romance novels she steals from campers, and struggling with one monstrous case of melancholy. Until Jarko Murkvale arrives.

As the dust settles and the world ushers in a new era of stability, only Robin Icethorn knows the truth. Duncan Rackley, former fey Hunter turned lover, has become the host of the demon god Duwar, and the gentle peace that has been brokered is steps away from being shaken up. Bolstered with the sudden help of his ex-love Erix, Robin embarks on a mission to save Duncan, seeking out the aid of the Nephilim once more. However, Robin finds that the game of the gods is not over, and those he can trust may have other motives.

When Bernadette Crenshaw used questionable means to look into her best friend's new vacation fling, she never thought it would disrupt the dealings of the world's most eligible billionaire bachelor. Frank N Stein has more than a few skeletons in his closet and swore off mingling with humans long ago. But when one hacks his company, resulting in the release of a toxic formula that turns humans to ghouls, he has no choice but to force her to cooperate. When literal sparks and pettiness fly, who will be the one left standing?

When my grandmother is arrested for poisoning the members of her social club, I hire Monsters, PI to help clear her name. My case is assigned to an ice lord, Elrik, the guy I met a week ago at a wedding and haven't been able to stop thinking about. As we track down clues and discover there's a lot more going on at Grannie's social club than potluck suppers, I start hoping I can thaw this ice lord's heart. But he was recently burned, and he's not sure if he's ready to try again. Can I convince Elrik to give love another chance?

Newly divorced and armed with nothing but grit, strong coffee, and a Pinterest board full of impossible dreams, my plans to renovate a crumbling seaside lodge are jeopardized by the town's grumpiest, greenest contractor. Gerralt Banesman is big, broody, and allergic to conversation. I'm sunshine, sass, and a walking chaos magnet. Our first meeting ended with spilled wood stain, sharp words, and one very offended orc.

Here's the thing about dating dragons: don't. Especially if you're me. My first dragon boyfriend, Zed? Gorgeous, charming... and responsible for the worst night of my teenage life. The ones who came after? All ghosted me when they found their fated mates. I learned my lesson: No more dragons. It never ends well. Fast-forward fifteen years, and guess who strolls back into my life? Zed—older, hotter, and still single. He only wants one date, but he's overdue to find his mate. I should walk away before he disappears a second time.

When Whitley Whitt becomes the chef at Castle Tepesh, she wants nothing more than to get the funds to buy back her grandmother's bakery and return to living her best life, reading romance and baking cupcakes. But the castle gets creepier day by day, and she thinks Connor O'Doyle is the biggest bosshole to ever live.

What could possibly be the most infuriating thing to a vampire disgusted by the internet? A twenty-six-year-old social media influencer who just ran out on her cheating ex-fiancé and insists on staying in Vlad's quiet castle. But he needs money to repair his ancestral home, and Aubrey needs a place to lick her wounds after getting her heart broken. He is ready to have humans invading his space. He is not, however, ready for her.

Yesterday, I was a wannabe journalist with two simple goals: expose the seedy underbelly of New Orleans’ vampire scene, and maybe, just maybe, become hella famous. But fate had other plans. Now, thanks to an unfortunate back-alley encounter, I’m the newest member of the undead country club—fangs, coffin, and all. And who, might you ask, is the man responsible for saving my life? Freaking Dracula.

I married a dead war hero. His name was Fire Lieutenant Byric Sandstone—an extremely wealthy Hyrrokin landowner, with a complicated estate. Obviously, I’m not really his widow. It’s a technicality, on paper so I could bypass immigration and perform my duties. Everyone but the lawyer who forged the signature thinks I’m really Byric’s chosen bound, but my real job is to care for his elderly grandmother and his three-headed wulver. I love my cushy life on Tarvos.

When my beer kegs turn up missing days before a big event, I hire Monsters, PI to track down my beer. Who's assigned to my case? Tuvid, the gargoyle who wrongfully accused me of gnome-theft. Tuvid's seven feet of gargoyle muscles with a killer smile. So, when our not-one-night-stand results in a marriage proposal—solely to save his gargoyle rep—I know I'm in trouble. My business plans don't include marrying a gargoyle, but Tuvid's impossible to resist.

I'm in a predicament of historic proportions. I've learned I can't inherit my grandfather's highly profitable business unless I'm married? Yes, an entirely ridiculous rule. I live with a herd of rescue cats and nary a boyfriend in sight. I'm also considered plain, sharp-tongued and overweight. And I've never, once been interested in marriage. Hence my reason for applying for a mail-order husband. The next morning I scream with fright when I find a huge, satanic-looking alien lurking on my doorstep.

I’m getting married today, and I’m so freaking depressed. My bridal gown is exquisite. The ring is enormous. But my groom is evil personified, and I’m being forced into this doomed marriage. I’m seconds from breaking into a full-on ugly cry. And right then, as if by magic, the church doors burst open. Women scream and children scramble as a huge, satanic-looking alien stomps down the aisle, flicking his tail, flashing flames, and wreaking chaos in his wake. He’s looking right at me. “Charlotte Cruz?"

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 in his vehicle. 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.

They say you can never go home. They don't tell you that it's because the people you left behind split time itself into a million glittering shards, trying to figure out where you went. In the final book of the Monster Girlfriend trilogy, Sian and Trillin return to where it all began. . . . kind of.

I’ve been engaged to the same annoying guy for four long years, and still, no wedding date in sight. Grr. I’m completely fed up with this sham, so I tell my “fiancé” I’m taking a job off planet, hoping this outrageous behavior will allow him to finally break off our ridiculous engagement. It doesn’t. So, I leave and become an organizing consultant to some scary alien.

I'm lost in the middle of nowhere on a freaking alien planet. Running away from the Hyrrokin mafia. It's as terrible as you can imagine. I haven't eaten in two days and it's raining in the wildlands. Lightning strikes overhead and thunder rumbles in the distance. I slip and fall in the mud. And then I sit at the bottom of a ravine, crying. There's a blur in the distance. Is that a mirage? No, its a deadly, satanic-looking male with a bare chest, huge black horns and a barbed tail racing right for me. I scream as this monster looms overhead.

A month-long retreat of rest and relaxation from my high-powered career is just what I need. Until I’m the only human in a rental home community on a distant planet populated by beings who look like satanic devils. Yep.