I came for a drink. I stayed for the monster.

My post-breakup plan is simple: drink, sulk, maybe cry into a greasy burger. What I don’t plan on is stumbling into a supernatural dive bar. I’m not looking for trouble, but when I lock eyes with Tall, Dark, and Definitely Not Human, I know I’ve found it.

 

Standing face-to-face with a massive monster should give me chills, but all I feel is heat. He’s cloaked in an illusion spell, so I have no idea what he is. But I do know that I’m completely mesmerized by his steely gray eyes, and his primal energy turns my knees to jelly.

 

When a witch’s spell goes sideways, and my apartment becomes a ghoul-infested horror show, Griff swoops in all heroic-like and offers me shelter in his rooftop lair. I probably should ask more questions before falling into his bed, but have you seen him? Now I have to figure out what kind of monster I’m falling for... before I lose my heart all over again.