Monstrously Mythic

I thought I was living the dream—until the fateful day I found my boyfriend in bed with my boss. As a professional copywriter, it was the tired cliche that hurt me the most. What’s a big city girl to do but pack my bags and go solo on that Grecian cruise I’d booked with my ex? Who needs a man when you have tropical breezes, stunning vistas, and free cocktails with frilly umbrellas? But thanks to a freak storm, I find myself washed ashore on a mysterious Greek Isle inhabited by 12 hotties determined to help me in any way they can.

When I embarked on my rebound rodeo cruise, the last place I expected to end up was on hot-bod monster island. Not that I’m complaining. The views are fantastic, and the impressive amenities offered by my hosts have made it easy to come back for more. 10/10 would recommend. I’m starting to think there’s some truth to this whole mate-bond thing—if the murderous rage I feel whenever anyone threatens what’s mine is any indication.

Officially burned out, I decided to extend my business trip to Stockholm by two weeks—determined to forget my troubles by stuffing my face with Swedish meatballs. And I'm not just talking about the food. When I meet the sexiest meatball right out of the gate, I think the tides are finally turning in my favor. Too bad my prophetic visions failed me once again. Now I'm the one on hot-bod monster island, but instead of being chained to the bed for fun, it's more a hostage situation. I can still work with that.