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Taylor. I’m on a quest to prevent my revirginization. My dry spell has become a drought, and I’m this close to buying batteries in bulk at the wholesale store. But fortune smiles upon my neglected lady parts when I meet a man who looks like a model for a gym commercial, acts like he might have a few manners, and kisses like he can’t get enough of me. Bain. I’m not looking for a mate. Not now. Maybe never. But sex? Yes, and often. Until I meet little blonde Taylor with the perfect pink lips, the lushest peach of an ass, and a taste for my whiskey.

Four spicy hot adventures with the monster-hunting Van Helsing sisters!

A vampire mated to a monster hunter. Fickle Fates or a cursed union? For centuries, humans have provided me with blood and sex, no more. But now, I’m mated with a human. A Van Helsing. My one chance to build a family, and Fate paired me with the offspring of a genocidal clan.

I hunt monsters alone. It’s my thing. Strong, silent, and self-sufficient. Except that one time when I partnered with ice witch Aiden. I never should have agreed to help him, because now he thinks I’m his go-to backup gal. Spoiler: I’m no one’s second-in-command. I’m the bitch running the show. Once we get that cleared up, I agree to partner with him on his Scottish yeti case.

I'm not crazy; that's just what my sisters call me. So I like to kill monsters. All the Van Helsing sisters do. So I have a knack for tracking creatures that prey on humans. It's my family's vocation. So I tracked a sexy human one night. Yeah...that we're not supposed to do.

I'm not like my sisters. For me, monster hunting is just a job. But it's a job I'm damn good at, and our guild leader has been screwing me over with newb assignments. I might need to kick his ass. After I grope it. I might not be the most passionate monster hunter, but I like more than a touch of sin in my off hours.

I don't mingle with the monsters. Sorry, creatures and beasts. They're not "monsters" unless they prey on humanity. Except, it's just a matter of time for most of them, right? Then a frustratingly helpful and sinfully handsome werewolf walks through my door, and I can't help thinking that maybe I'm wrong to paint all the magical creatures with the same brush. Maybe I'm into a man with more than a touch of wild inside him.