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Monster Brides (series of multiauthor standalones)

Monster Romance

Date Published: 07-15-2024

 

 

Captain Teeth

Orders—giving them, writing them, signing for them, and taking
them—fill a Captain’s life. I miss the days when I climbed under
skirts while on land and climbed the ratlines after we weighed anchor. The
black spot on my pirate heart is due to my failure to find my lady love
despite scouring the Caribbean for years. I’ve watched me hearties
fall in love and drop from the sweet trade like flies, but this voyage to
drop off my Quartermaster with his new bride in Mexico may break
me…

 

Sabrina

Why shouldn’t I partake in the fancies of the human world when I
sprout legs once a month? Swilling rum, dancing on tables, singing bawdy
songs, and sampling every scallywag who catches my eye is harmless fun. I
tell myself my behavior is entertainment…not to forget my soulmate
who abandoned me five years ago at Maude’s Tavern. After a night of
passion, he flipped a doubloon onto the sheets and sailed away. I
can’t believe the scourge of the seven seas mistook his lady love for
a common strumpet! My kind mates for life so if I ever see him again,
I’ll sink him and his ship.

 

Nobody humiliates a Kraken.

 

 

Excerpt

A flirty remark dies on my tongue as the handsome pirate adjusts himself
through the crotch of his leather pants. Nope. Too much. Too uncouth, too
vulgar, too smarmy, too much for a part-time human like me. He’s as
shameless as me but with twice the firepower. Not gracing him with another
second of my attention, I twirl and dance along the table to the opposite
end of the tavern. I’ll find a safer man to bed tonight.

I kick and tap to the beat with my skirts swishing above my knees for
mediocre sailors, stealing furtive glances at the handsome blond pirate and
his table of rowdy friends. I don’t dare approach the pirates of
Patricia’s Wish. I do have some sense of self-preservation. The night
flies by as shots are taken from my cleavage and poured down my throat by
random drunks.

All the while, the pirate watches me from his corner.

The heat in his stare burns away my inhibitions and I find myself
performing for him, using the attention from men closer to me as my props.
Coins jingle in my pockets and shoes as I earn my night’s lodgings
under the pirate’s lustful gaze. It isn’t long before I’m
singing louder than the brothel’s girls on stage.

My peg-legged companion from earlier in the night leaves with his head
shaking in warning. He can’t buss my cheeks. He’s not my father.
My father’s at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean with the other mated
Kraken. I thumb my nose at the swinging doors as the sourpus exits the
bar.

Time to secure a room from Jamal the Barkeep. Looks like I’ll be
sleeping alone tonight, but some nights are slow. I’ve taken two or
three men to my room in succession before selecting the one I will sleep
beside. Nights like tonight balance the scales. I hope the working girls are
luckier and wake up next to stacks of gold.

“Here’s one, two, five gold coins,” I count as I drop
doubloons onto the bar top. Maude’s rate is three coins for rooms not
occupied by her girls, so the two extra coins will go to Jamal’s
savings. I hope he opens the beachside cantina of his dreams someday.
“I’d like a room—the one at the far end of the hallway if
it’s open.”

“Are you sure? Miss Opal has the room next to that one. Maybe take
the first room,” Jamal says, swiping my coins into his hand. He trades
them for a large, iron key. Being a ‘screamer’ is Miss
Opal’s specialty. I’ll wake up with a banging headache if
I’m in the room next to hers.

“Thanks for always looking out for me,” I reply, swiping the
key off the bar top.

“Which room is ours?” I don’t need to turn around to know
it’s the handsome, blond pirate behind me. My body ignites with the
command in his question.

“I’m in room one,” I say, verifying the key is labeled
with the number one. He steps toward me with a palm outstretched for the
key. “You are bunking in the bilge of some ship with the rest of the
sea sludge.”

He takes a predatory step forward. My back hits the bar. I clutch the key
to my chest. It vibrates with the pounding of my heart or maybe that’s
the shaking of my fingers. Blond hair tickles my nose as he leans over me,
one arm resting on the bar to either side of my waist. His scent invades my
nose. Blue eyes bore into me with an intensity that curls my toes in my
boots.

“Tell me you don’t want me in your bed to pleasure you from
head to toe and make your every fantasy come true, and I’ll
disappear,” he whispers against my ear.

 

About the Author

Marilyn Barr

Marilyn Barr lives in the wilds of Kentucky with her husband, son, and
rescue cats. When engaging in the real world, you can find her with the
Kentuckiana Romance Writers, volunteering with her son’s Special
Olympics teams, or dancing around her kitchen. She is a sucker (haha) for
cheesy horror movies, Italian food, punk music, black cats, bad puns, and
all things witchy.

 

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Snuggling Under Snowdrifts,  Book 2

Monster Romance

Date Published: 8/8/2023

 

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I found the most elusive spot to hide from my parent’s cult but in
claiming my cave, I accidentally allowed a snow monster to claim
me…

 

Dr. Sydney Decker

Six months ago, Dr. Vera Thompson disappeared into the wilderness to settle
with a mysterious “survivalist colony” without a known location.
She may have bought their lies, but I was born into an isolated group of
religious fanatics and can’t believe Vera would fall into the same
trap. Her weak “find my phone app” signal is the lifeline
between us, and I won’t stop searching the frigid tundra for her. My
best friend helped me escape but now, it’s my turn to save her.

 

Sergei

Loneliness threatens my sanity with each rejection at the annual mating
chase. Females fear my hot temper and need for control, instead of
appreciating that I am the biggest and fiercest male chuchunya. I had lost
hope I would discover my dushevnayasvyaz or soulmate, but then she found us.
This season I find myself breaking the ancient rules and deliberately
damaging the rituals I hold dear…at her request. I meant what I said
when I promised to rearrange the world to make my dushevnayasvyaz happy, but
when will I be pushed too far?

Caught between the regimented conditioning of the clan and the willful
spirit of his dushevnayasvyaz, Sergei must choose the order which keeps him
stable or his chance at fated love. Will they escape punishment for their
deeds or face shunning in a desolate place where community means survival?
Will Sydney recognize he’s betraying his kin to win her heart or
ignore their bond in fear of losing her independence?

About the Author

 

Marilyn BarrMarilyn Barr lives in the wilds of Kentucky with her husband, son, and
rescue cats. She has nine books with The Wild Rose Press in multiple romance
subgenres from sweet, new adult romance to erotic, fantasy romance. She
loves to place monstrous characters with hearts of gold in historical
romances and her historical, paranormal romances have won the Crowned Heart
Award, 2nd place in National Excellence in Story Telling (NEST) Contest,
Imadjinn Award for Best Paranormal Romance, and Grand Finalist for the
InD’Tale Magazine’s RONE Award. When engaging in the real world,
you can find her with the Kentuckiana Romance Writers, volunteering with her
son’s Special Olympics teams, or dancing around her kitchen. She is a
sucker (haha) for cheesy horror movies, Italian food, punk music, black
cats, bad puns, and all things witchy.

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Cuddling My Chuchunya Release Blitz

Book 1 of Snuggling in Siberia

 

Monster Romance

Date Published: 01-13-2023

 

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Dr. Vera Thompson

I am one reindeer sleigh ride away from academic notoriety and the corpse
excavation which will catapult my career from junior anthropology fellow to
tenured professor. Crossing the Siberian tundra is not for the faint of
heart but with modern technology like a GPS, cell phone signal, and
all-climate winter gear, I’ll reach the suspected Australopithecus
body unearthed by the melting permafrost. One more day of dodging methane
gas pockets under the ice and my life will change forever…

 

Artyom

The hairless ones swarmed around my brother’s body like flies from
the southern land. Tradition dictates his next of kin perform his last
rites, so I follow the erratic driving of the hairless ones from a foreign
land. If these invaders discover my chuchunya clan, I fear we are too few to
defend our territory under the ice. I don’t understand why the sled
driver throws his passenger into a ground popper, but the cruel deed
activates my coupling (dushevnayasvyaz) instincts to heat my body to an
inferno…the first sign of a soul bond…

Stuck between loyalty to his clan’s secrecy and his biology, will
Artyom trade injured Vera for Denis’s body? Will Vera choose modern
conveniences in Ohio or stay in Siberia with the chuchunya who promises to
cherish her? In such an unforgiving landscape, will Artyom prove his
dushevnayasvyaz by pushing her toward an easier life, even if her leaving
breaks both their hearts?

This book is for adults with cursing characters, mild violence, and steamy
romantic scenes between a consenting human and a monster. To survive while
isolated in Siberia, they must eat whatever food is available—whether
it is a reindeer companion or not.

About the Author

Marilyn Barr

Marilyn Barr currently resides in the wilds of Kentucky with her husband,
son, and rescue cats. She has a diverse background containing experiences as
a child prodigy turned medical school reject, published microbiologist,
special education/inclusion science teacher, homeschool mother of a savant,
certified spiritual & energy healer, and advocate for the autistic
community. This puts her in the position to bring tales containing heroes
who are regular people with different ability levels and body types, in a
light where they are powerful, lovable, and appreciated.

When engaging with the real world, she is collecting characters, empty
coffee cups, and unused homeschool curricula. She is a sucker (haha) for
cheesy horror movies, Italian food, punk music, black cats, bad puns, and
all things witchy.

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Cuddling My Chuchunya Teaser Tuesday

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Book 1 of Snuggling in Siberia

 

Monster Romance

Date Published: 01-13-2023

 

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Dr. Vera Thompson

I am one reindeer sleigh ride away from academic notoriety and the corpse
excavation which will catapult my career from junior anthropology fellow to
tenured professor. Crossing the Siberian tundra is not for the faint of
heart but with modern technology like a GPS, cell phone signal, and
all-climate winter gear, I’ll reach the suspected Australopithecus
body unearthed by the melting permafrost. One more day of dodging methane
gas pockets under the ice and my life will change forever…

 

Artyom

The hairless ones swarmed around my brother’s body like flies from
the southern land. Tradition dictates his next of kin perform his last
rites, so I follow the erratic driving of the hairless ones from a foreign
land. If these invaders discover my chuchunya clan, I fear we are too few to
defend our territory under the ice. I don’t understand why the sled
driver throws his passenger into a ground popper, but the cruel deed
activates my coupling (dushevnayasvyaz) instincts to heat my body to an
inferno…the first sign of a soul bond…

Stuck between loyalty to his clan’s secrecy and his biology, will
Artyom trade injured Vera for Denis’s body? Will Vera choose modern
conveniences in Ohio or stay in Siberia with the chuchunya who promises to
cherish her? In such an unforgiving landscape, will Artyom prove his
dushevnayasvyaz by pushing her toward an easier life, even if her leaving
breaks both their hearts?

This book is for adults with cursing characters, mild violence, and steamy
romantic scenes between a consenting human and a monster. To survive while
isolated in Siberia, they must eat whatever food is available—whether
it is a reindeer companion or not.

 

 

 

Excerpt

 

I land cradled in his arms about a foot off the ground. My feet scrape
along the stone floor as he draws me inside a small chamber. A high-powered
flashlight tied to the ceiling illuminates his face…

Without the mask over his mouth, I get a view of a living
Australopithecus…

A flat nose, thin lips, and intelligent blue eyes are inches from my own.
His muzzle juts out to accommodate his enlarged tongue that I don’t
need to see to know it’s there. I’ve studied his form in books
for half my life. In a surprisingly human gesture, he swings his chin to
shake ice crystals from his hair. Those monstrous fingers comb back the
strands from his brow, along the back of his head, and over his furry left
shoulder.

“I must have a concussion,” I murmur. My fingers have a mind of
their own and investigate the contours of his face before shrinking back in
mortification.

“Or you just find me that repulsive,” he says as his chin
lowers to his chest. With a grunt, he lifts me to his chest and carries me
to a stack of furs. I can’t breathe. My research. My studies. My
obsession for the last eight years of post-secondary education has emerged
from my anthropology articles to rescue me.

My Pleistocene Epoch Chapters…written about the Earth two million
years ago…

Maybe I hit my head and I’m passed out at the bottom of the methane
pit…but there was water, so I would have drowned by now. Did I
imagine swimming, Balky, Artyom, and perhaps the entire accident? I rip off
my gloves to pinch the back of my hand. My heart pounds as the sting
registers.

I’m not dreaming. My imagination couldn’t have conjured him.

“Please don’t run,” he says when I attempt to scramble to
my feet. “If we don’t secure your hip, you may injure yourself
permanently.”

I wish I could say I’m focused on my hip, but it’s numb so I
push my injuries to the bottom of my problems list. He would be more
confident if he incapacitated me with his herbs, right? So why aren’t
I screaming in fear? Being isolated with a monster should scare the hell out
of me, but he kneels before me like a queen as I rest on a pile of furs.
I’m dumbstruck with attraction. Bright blue eyes blaze with compassion
from a nest of ivory hair. The thick coarse locks cover his face and hang in
a neat beard. Finer, whiter hair is swept backward on his head. It drapes
over his shoulders over coarse fur. He isn’t wearing furs but is
covered in thick white hairs with strands of auburn peeking through. When my
eyes trail to the darker patch over his lap, I snap them up to his face.

Where he’s blushing…without his half-face mask.

Could he be more fascinating?

“But you are from the Pleistocene Epoch and using a modern
flashlight! You are like Schrodinger’s cat—both extinct and
alive at the same time!”

“I do not know this Schrodinger, his cat, or half the words you said.
Polina is a hairless one like you, who is the mate to our leader, Timor. She
trades our skins and fish for batteries and lights in the leto
season,” he says with a severe frown. I miss half his explanation
because I’m too busy watching his thin lips form the sounds. I could
study his speech patterns for decades and not have all my questions
answered.

What would it feel like to kiss a mouth with a pronounced maxillary bone
and an enlarged tongue?

The thought is so wrong. It makes me want to kiss him…and explore our
differences. My fingers itch to touch him. I have a million questions to ask
him about his life. First and foremost, is there a female he keeps in this
cave…if not, where do I sign up? I could study his handsome face for
years and not lose interest—amazing since my dating life has been as
exciting as reading the dictionary. Should I be shocked my mind is
contemplating blowing off my dig to study this specimen?

 And I can’t blame my body’s response to him on a head
injury…

About the Author

Marilyn Barr

Marilyn Barr currently resides in the wilds of Kentucky with her husband,
son, and rescue cats. She has a diverse background containing experiences as
a child prodigy turned medical school reject, published microbiologist,
special education/inclusion science teacher, homeschool mother of a savant,
certified spiritual & energy healer, and advocate for the autistic
community. This puts her in the position to bring tales containing heroes
who are regular people with different ability levels and body types, in a
light where they are powerful, lovable, and appreciated.

When engaging with the real world, she is collecting characters, empty
coffee cups, and unused homeschool curricula. She is a sucker (haha) for
cheesy horror movies, Italian food, punk music, black cats, bad puns, and
all things witchy.

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