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Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 46314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)

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“If I see you again, I will keep you for myself.”
That was the promise the monster made to me on the day he let me get away.
But when my best friend and partner went missing, what choice did I have?
This grumpy, bossy, possessive mutant man-spider was my only lead.
Now I’m his one and only human pet.

Monster’s Pet is the second standalone book in the Monsters in the Bed series.

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“Heard from Sally?” Chief Connor pokes his head in the door of my office. He’s sporting a full beard, one so rich and lustrous I know he hasn’t shaved in a whole twenty-four hours. The man grows hair the way an abandoned fridge grows mold.

We all call my partner Sally when she’s not around. She’d hate it if she knew. She prefers to be known as Detective Holmes, because Sally is too girly, and she is the exact opposite of a girly girl. She, like me, is a tough as nails New Yorker, a detective with years of experience under her belt and a big, dirty secret she never had to make me swear to keep.

“No, sir.” My response is worried, reflecting my inner concern. Sally has been missing for far too long. Technically, any time missing is too long, but she’s been gone a good bit now, and for a woman who never missed a day of work since I met her, that’s bad. Very bad. I know she’s mixed up in some seriously strange stuff. The same stuff I am working very hard keeping my mouth shut about.

Chief is staring at me with a piercing gaze. He gives me serious dad vibes. Not like, hot daddy vibes, though I guess he is hot, but more like, father I hate to feel like I’m disappointing vibes. I grew up in the system, so I never really had the chance to disappoint someone this way before. It’s kind of a new feeling, and I absolutely hate it.

“We know she was heading to Virginia, and that’s it. With a dumpster. Is she fucking around? Is there some guy involved?”

“Could be, sir, but it’s not like her to just not show up. I haven’t heard from her.”

I am worried. I’ve called her phone a hundred times, and she never answers. Knowing Sally, that phone is lost somewhere. She loses everything. But as long as I’ve known her, she’s never gone so far as to lose herself.

“Alright,” he says. “Let me know if you hear anything.”

Obigor, my ancient emotional support dog starts snoring in his sleep. His little ginger body is now tipped with white in all the wrong ways. I hate that he’s getting old, but I’m grateful for every day I get with him. Right now, he’s curled up on the bed I have for him on my desk. My walking stick is next to him, the hook of it balanced over the edge of the basket.

Nobody expects much of me, including Chief Connor. He was kind enough to hire me when no other department wanted anything to do with me, but when you walk with a limp and you’re not cleared for field work, you start to fade into the background in most precincts. At this point, I’m as much of a fixture of what’s always referred to as Sally Holmes’ office as the plastic pot plant we stuck in the corner once as an ironic sort of joke. Secretly, I like the way it looks. I guess I have a lot of secrets.

Connor leaves without closing the door, and I shift uncomfortably in my chair. I know what I have to do, and I really do not want to do it.

Sally’s disappearance is a mystery, but there is someone who probably knows where she is and what has happened to her. Someone I’m more than a little scared to go see myself. Someone who made a real impression on me the first time we met.

I can’t send other units to this guy’s place either. Not without fundamentally changing humanity’s understanding of what it means to be human forever. Yeah, it’s that big of a deal.

I think I am out of time. I have been hoping that Sally would just show up. I know she can take care of herself. But Chief is starting to get antsy, and so am I.

“Fuck it,” I mutter under my breath, putting both hands to the somewhat sticky surface of my desk to lever my body out of my chair.

“Where are you going?” Connor barks the question at me as I head out of the office, one hand on my walking stick, the other tucked under my little dog.

Obigor is more than a pet. He’s the rest of my soul. I take him everywhere. Always. I don’t think either one of us would know what to do without the other. Some people call that codependence. I call it luck. My bond with my dog is going to transcend time and space, and I’ve decided he’s going to live forever.

Obigor might have only a handful of teeth left, he might be mostly blind, and kind of deaf, but he knows how to do his job. He heard the bass in Connor’s voice and starts yapping at the top of his little dog lungs setting up an infernal howling that makes the simple act of thinking entirely impossible.

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Moth Wanted (Monsters In the Bed #1) Read Online Loki Renard http://www.ilovenovels.com/moth-wanted-monsters-in-the-bed-1-read-online-loki-renard Sat, 24 Dec 2022 22:13:13 +0000 http://www.teennovels.net/moth-wanted-monsters-in-the-bed-1-read-online-loki-renard Genre: Dark, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Authors: Loki Renard Series: Monsters In the Bed Series by Loki Renard
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Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)

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I hunted him down.
Now I’m on his moth wanted list.
As a female detective for the NYPD, I thought I’d seen everything.
But when a string of murders goes unsolved, I’m led into some very dark places.
Every witness tells me the same thing.
The killer is a creature with red eyes and massive wings.
A moth man.
A cryptid.
Obviously not real.
I don’t believe in urban legends, but I’m used to hunting evil.
It’s up to me to follow the leads, and go where the evidence takes me.
What I find is a monster.
A dark harbinger of doom.
Devastatingly real.
But there are even more surprises in store.
I never expected him to be so. Darn. Hot.
I never expected to become his prey.
Now the hunter has become the hunted.
And escaping this winged nightmare without surrendering to his dark charms might be the last thing I never do.

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Clang.

That is the sound of a human in captivity.

I’ve heard it a thousand times before, but it never signified my own capture. How many times have I locked people away? How many times have I closed the door on their wide eyes and left them to suffer the consequences of their actions? I never really gave it too much thought before now. I always assumed I was doing the right thing.

Now I’m starting to wonder if I’ve ever done the right thing. This time, I am on the wrong side of the door. This time, I am the one who has run afoul of authorities who have declared themselves to have dominion over me whether or not I agree it it. In this scenario, I am no officer of the law. I am a rebellious captive who will be broken to the will of a force greater than me.

I am in trouble.

The shackles around my wrists are metal and familiar. What’s less familiar is the chain attached to the D ring attached to the wall, all of it inexorably, and perhaps even inevitably, attached to me.

Was there any other way for this to end?

Here I am, a female cop in her own cuffs. They make a lot of independent cinema about this very predicament. Much like the scenes in those many independent short films, I find myself in a state of vulnerable undress and at the mercy of an inhuman creature. I am naked. Exposed. There is no comfortable position I can assume, nothing that gives me any kind of modesty. I am on the floor, naked with my legs splayed for comfort.

The creature who put me here has not abandoned me to captivity the way I would. He is standing over me, his powerfully strange frame casting a monstrous shadow over me. Red eyes roam my body. My belly seems to be swelling up. Does terror make you retain water?

“You have to let me out.” I try begging, though I know it will not work. It never worked on me. Not any of the times people pleaded to be let go.

“There’s no out,” he drawls. “Not from here. This place was designed to keep monsters in. You are only human. You have no chance of escape.”

“That’s why I’m asking you to let me out, asshole.”

That was not polite, or diplomatic. I find it very difficult to maintain my temper in a situation like this. I’m not good at appeasing people — or nightmarish chimera beasts, for that matter.

“You always were a bad girl. Never wanted to behave yourself,” he purrs intimately. I feel parts of my body tightening with fear and lust. Nothing has been the same since I became this creature’s captive. I don’t recognize myself, or my desires.

“I’m an NYPD detective!”

“You think that automatically makes you a force for good?”

“Of course not, but I did my best. I got more than one monster off the streets.”

He chuckles. “You count me among those monsters, don’t you.”

I jangle my chains. “Wouldn’t you? Hard to consider you a good guy when this is what you do to me after I helped you.”

He leans down toward me, and unfurls an appendage unrecognizable to most humans. We do not have these soft, unfurling, agile parts.

“You tried to run away. I can’t allow that. I want you, and I intend to keep you. Do you understand that, detective? You belong to me. Every inch of you. Every piece of you. Every breath, every scream, every one of your delicious orgasms. Mine.”

He is toying with me, soft, strange tendrils finding the most intimate and wet parts of me. I want to resist him. I tell myself I do, anyway. But I cannot. He is horrendously large, and I am only human. I am not made to resist this kind of power and alacrity of seduction. He has mapped my body and made it his own. He has found every secret spot capable of sending traitorous pleasure to the core of me, and he is hitting each of them in order, leaving me to twist against my cuffs as he seduces and dominates me in equal measure.

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