Hot Monster Summer by J. Ever

I planned for s’mores, sunburns, and a peaceful summer by the lake.

A little solo soul-searching. A few regretful texts to my ex. Maybe a hot summer rebound. Not, uh… monster custody battles over who gets to eat me first.
(Literally. Probably. Hopefully.)
Turns out the “quaint cabin” I rented? Yeah, it’s smack in the middle of monster territory claimed by:

A Kraken shifter who collects vintage romance novels and thinks personal space is optional.
A forest troll with arms like oak trees and the world’s most dangerous smile.
A jealous Dire wolf shifter who claims I’m his mate.

I wanted time to wallow.
Instead, I got monsters fighting over who gets to roast marshmallows—and me—first.
Now my “healing girl summer” looks more like: one massive monster pile-on, three possessive idiots who don’t know how to share, and about a thousand ways this could end in very questionable decisions.
Surviving the summer might require a lot of sunscreen, a lot of bad choices… and maybe letting myself get a little bit ruined.

Welcome to my Hot Monster Summer.
Where the men are feral, the cuddles are aggressive, and the s’mores are definitely very sticky.