Julia is lonely, but there's a strange creature living in the nearby lake that wants her - and her reproductive system - badly enough to do something about that. There, beneath the waters, Julia just might find happiness and contentment with the last alien from Gliase 97 Alpha and his human valet.

Ella was a bored and lonely farm-girl who was plucking weeds in the field, when she came across a strange, wiggling tentacle sticking out of the ground. She touched it, unknowingly awakening a creature underground. The alien was seeded into the Earth thousands of years ago, waiting for just the right thing: A human female.

Pretty Pink Books has always brought you the best in high quality paranormal, horror, and sci-fi erotica. In this collection from CJ Smalls, beautiful women (and sometimes their boyfriends!) are swept away by strange tentacle monsters which sometimes give sweetly and sometimes take roughly but always leave their victim lovers overwhelmed with unspeakable bliss. It's a scorching collection where all it takes is one tentacle monster to have a gangbang!

I have no idea what's growing in the bathroom. The little clay pot that used to hold my houseplant now holds...well, I don't know what it is. All I know is that it's not a houseplant, and when I take a shower it seems to get...excited. It doesn't stay small, either, in fact, while the water falls down around me, it always ends up...well, this time, there's no hole off limits, and my tentacle monster is ready to give me my first anal sex experience and to make sure my mouth is completely full while I have a rough double penetration in the shower!

As the first humans allowed in Suevan space, there’s a lot riding on my all-woman team. Earth desperately needs their tech, and I’m determined to prove we can negotiate the price. Without their planetary defense systems, Earth is a sitting duck, ripe for invasion. Except the Suevan culture is nothing like ours. When I take part in what I think is a welcoming ceremony, I leave with more than I bargained for: a husband. A mate. Apparently, we’re there to marry them as payment—something the top brass on Earth doesn’t bother denying. Fantastic.