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Maggie Fern is an alternate pen name created by Callie Moss to explore the otherworldly subgenre of romance. Expect giant possessive alien mates, horrors that happen to be sexy and anything else my perverted little mind dreams up. If you like the dark, gritty, sexy and inhuman this is for you.
Inhuman
size difference
growly possessive monster
he falls first
serpent tongue
anything for her
anti-hero dark male lead
What would you do if you were sucked into an alternate reality that seemed to be made up of all your worst nightmares? Fight? Run? Scream? Die? I tried all of those things before he found me. He looked like salvation. He was salvation until he wasnโt. Weโre the only ones alive in this world of horrors, he made sure of it. He and I against it all. How did he survive this hell for so long? Thriving amongst the ghouls, monsters, and things I canโt even begin to classify. Easy, he just needed to be every bit as screwed up as the shit trying to kill him. I want a way out more than I want the miasma thick air in my lungs or the mysterious, dark-haired, green-eyed man stuck here with me. What does he want? I couldnโt tell you. All I know is the monster that was once my salvation doesnโt seem too keen on letting me go.
Itโs crazy how quickly things can change. One day, I had the perfect marriage, the perfect husband, the perfect house. A perfect life in a perfectly safe suburbia neighborhood. Only thing is Oliver wasnโt perfect, nothing was. Not beyond its shiny, attractive surface anyway. I hated him with every ounce of my being. In my mind, my options were limitedโฆat least thatโs what I told myself. How I justified the carnage when faced with the things Iโd done.
Oliver Neilson has been missing for five months now. Five months of peace I hadnโt known for years. They say I did it. I hear their whispers, see their judgmental stares. The police hear it too. Itโs only a matter of time before I have to atone for every lie, every misdeed. That was until he showed up. Those honey-colored eyes, the small freckle on the left side of his nose near the tip. Heโs a perfect replica of my husband. I should be happy, relieved even, but Iโm not. Iโm horrified. Because that could not possibly be Oliver Neilson.
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