Monster Relationships

Condemned to a labyrinth of nightmares, I was meant to die. But he had other plans. And now? Now, I don’t know if I want to escape... or be ruined forever. Erynn I hit the ground hard. Chains bite into my wrists, the damp stink of the labyrinth thick in my lungs. They say no one leaves this place alive. But death isn’t what stalks me in the dark. It’s him. Korrath. A monster carved from rage and ruin, with claws that could tear me apart and eyes that burn like molten gold. He doesn’t want me dead. No, that would be too easy. He wants me on my knees. Helpless. His. But I am not weak....

Deckhand by trade. Multiverse linchpin by fate. Nathan Davidson thought the toughest part of his new deckhand job would be sunburned tourists and endless towels. He was wrong. A shimmering door, a staffer with cat-eyes, and whispered tales of hidden realms show him the Oceanic Majesty isn’t just a cruise ship but a gateway to other worlds—and his mysterious past may be the key to it all. This series contains unconventional relationships with multiple women.

She survived shipwreck and pirates, but can she survive the monster who claims her? Selena I wake up drowning, saltwater choking me, my world crashing down in flames and waves. This wasn’t how it was supposed to end—captured by a savage orc pirate, Gothrak, whose tusks promise pain and dark pleasure. Every defiance I throw at him ignites his hunger. I despise him, yet my traitorous body aches for the brutal way he claims me. I must escape, but something deep and twisted inside me doesn’t want to leave him. Gothrak She fights like a beast, curses like a sailor, and fucks like a dream. ...

He came to conquer. She swore to resist. But in the war of dominance and desire, only one will kneel. Elara I will never bow. Not to the monsters who burned my village. Not to the warlord who ripped me from my home. I am not his to command, to use, to break. No matter how my body betrays me. No matter how his golden eyes watch me like a beast ready to devour. He can drag me to his camp. He can chain me. But he will never own me. Varkash She fights me. Claws at me. Spits in my face. But I see it—the way her breath hitches when I get too close, the shudder she tries to hide when I touch her...

He bought me, chained me, but nothing prepared me for the beast who now claims me. Zivra They sold me as a prize to the highest bidder—Korvax, a minotaur warlord with a savage reputation. He’s monstrous, relentless, and intent on breaking me. Yet each brutal touch ignites desires I never knew existed. My mind screams for freedom, but my traitorous heart yearns to surrender completely to the beast whose darkness matches my own. Korvax She’s mine by right of purchase, a beautiful, defiant treasure I intend to tame. Zivra fights me at every turn, her fiery resistance fueling my obsession...

Sometimes I feel like I have walked into the middle of a movie. Maybe I can make my own movie. The film will be the story of my life. No, not my life, but of this experience. I'll call it what the lady who is the prosecutor called me: Monster.

She stepped into their world as a choice, but now she belongs to the darkness they awaken. Nova Entering Velvet Horns as their sugarbaby was thrilling, seductive, and reckless. Now, I’m caught between two powerful minotaurs—Kieron, dominating and intense, and Thorne, dangerously playful. They control my pleasure, ignite forbidden desires, and push my boundaries to breaking. Yet beneath the decadence lies danger, secrets, and a growing darkness that threatens to claim us all. I'm theirs, bound by lust and power, but can I trust them with my heart—or my life? Kieron Nova Quinn is ...

At seven minutes past midnight, thirteen-year-old Conor wakes to find a monster outside his bedroom window. But it isn’t the monster Conor’s been expecting - he’s been expecting the one from his nightmare, the nightmare he’s had nearly every night since his mother started her treatments. The monster in his backyard is different. It’s ancient. And wild. And it wants something from Conor. Something terrible and dangerous. It wants the truth.

He was supposed to be her enemy—but fate bound her to the beast she vowed to hate. Zaravia I thought I was prepared for anything when they chained me inside the labyrinth as tribute. Then I saw Kryon, massive and terrifying, his eyes burning with primal hunger. Every instinct screams for me to run, to escape his monstrous strength, yet I'm drawn to him, helpless against the brutal dominance in his gaze. He claims I'm his mate, but I'll never surrender—even if my traitorous body begs otherwise. Kryon She’s fierce, defiant, and utterly mine from the first moment I scent her. Zaravia ...

Highly topical, morally wise, honest to the core, Monsters is certain to incite a conversation about whether and how we can separate artists from their art.

I was sold to a warlord. But I won’t break. And I won’t kneel. Zara My father sold me like cattle. His price? Safe passage and a temporary alliance with Ragnar the Sandreaver—a warlord as brutal as he is merciless. They expect me to bow, to accept my fate. But they don’t know me. I don’t kneel. I don’t submit. And I sure as hell won’t belong to him. But Ragnar doesn’t take disobedience lightly. He doesn’t ask. He doesn’t beg. He takes. And every time I defy him, he seems to enjoy it more. I should fear him. I should hate him. And yet, when he looks at me with those ...

She was hunted, exiled, and broken—until the forest marked her for two monsters who refuse to let her go. Wren I ran to survive, not to be claimed. But the Hollow had other plans. Now I’m branded with a mark I don’t understand and trapped between two minotaurs—Garron, the scarred war-leader with a voice like thunder, and Rhevik, the wild-eyed predator who circles me like prey. They say I belong to the Hollow. They say I belong to them. But I’ve never bowed before anyone—and I’m not starting now. Even if their touch ruins me. Even if part of me craves the chaos. Garron She’s ...

Conflict is a natural part of any intimate relationship. Yet most couples either avoid it or try to smooth over their differences. This often results in at least one partner compromising their integrity—and stunting their own growth. Monsters in Love challenges the idea that conflict between partners is unhealthy or something to avoid. Instead, it encourages both people to stand by what they need and who they are—but to do so with compassion rather than competitiveness or vengefulness.

Caleb Carr has had special relationships with cats since he was a young boy in a turbulent household, famously peopled by the founding members of the Beat Generation, where his steadiest companions were the adopted cats that lived with him both in the city and the country. As an adult, he has had many close feline companions, with relationships that have outlasted most of his human ones. But only after building a three-story home in rural, upstate New York did he enter into the most extraordinary of all of his cat pairings: Masha, a Siberian Forest cat who had been abandoned as a kitten.

She danced to survive—but now she’s caught between two beasts who demand everything. Ember Every night at the club, I controlled the stage, untouched and unattainable—until they showed up. Vex and Lucien, powerful minotaur alphas, saw right through my act, peeling away every defense. Their offer was too tempting: wealth, safety, and pleasure beyond imagination. But surrendering to their dark desires is dangerous, addictive, and might cost me more than I'm ready to give. Vex Ember’s fire drew me instantly, her defiance begging to be conquered. She's ours now, and I'll destroy ...

She broke into his warzone for medicine. Now she’s chained to his bed and leaking for the beast who claimed her. Aria I only wanted to save my sister. One vial of antivirals, one quick break-in, and I’d be gone. But I ran into him instead. Varnox Rhel. The Varnari war commander. Ruthless, massive, green-skinned, and terrifying. He caught me. Touched me. Took me. My body betrays me every time he’s near, aching for more. I hate him. I crave him. And I’m not sure how long I can keep saying no when my body already has. Varnox She snuck into my zone and stole from me. Under Varnari law, ...

Two dominant minotaur rodeo stars. One lucky little human. And zero rules in the bedroom—or the arena. Tamsin I was broke, juggling vet tech school and surviving on ramen, when I landed a temp gig at the Silverhorn Rodeo Circuit. It was supposed to be easy money, nothing more—until Boone and Trace walked into my life. These minotaur rodeo legends, dominant and devastatingly attractive, offered me luxury, protection, and pleasure I couldn't resist. I promised myself I'd never become a sugarbaby, but now I'm craving the possessive way they cherish and ruin me. Boone The moment we saw ...

Albrech Miller is the younger child of the town of Larroggio’s miller. He has grown up learning the mill’s operation. Al’s mom has also been teaching him to be an adventurer, helping him gain experience for when he can first see his status sheet and start limited adventuring on his own. During the first two times Al and his two friends, Lyr and Charlie, are allowed to go adventuring alone in their zone of the forest, the monsters are highly abnormal for that area. It all points toward a monster surge coming against their town. **** Tales of Morla is based on a system world. A world ...

Kacey is the new girl in Broken Falls. When she moved in with her father, she stepped into a brand-new life. A life with a stepbrother, a stepmother, and, strangest of all, an adoring younger half sister. Kacey's new life is eerily charming compared with the wild highs and lows of the old one she lived with her volatile mother. And everyone is so nice in Broken Falls - she's even been welcomed into a tight new circle of friends. Bailey and Jade invite her to do everything with them.

She was captured to be broken—but he claimed her to make her burn. Riven I was supposed to be another body in the arena, a human meant to bleed, to submit, to entertain. But I never broke—not for the Chainmaster, not for the crowds, and not for the massive orc forced to take me in front of them. Brakkar is brutal, scarred, and terrifying… but he didn’t hurt me. He protected me. Held me. Burned for me. I swore I’d use him to escape. I never expected to fall. Brakkar I’ve killed for survival. Fucked for show. Bled for the crowd. But the moment they threw Riven at my feet, ...