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A Monsters of Haven’s Hollow Story
Ever-responsible Haven Bishop is used to taking on big projects to help improve her hometown, but when the mayor tasks her with renovating the old resort at Lake Eerie, she might be in over her head. The lake is rumored to be haunted, and it wasn’t so long ago that a man drowned just off the resort’s beach. But Haven is willing to give it her best shot.
However, the renovations don’t go smoothly, and things get worse once Haven invites visitors to test the new and improved resort. Troublemakers and treasure hunters plague her, and her one ally at the lake is Wick, an unusual man with a powerful sweet tooth who seems to know more about what’s happening than he should.
Together, Haven and Wick work to figure out exactly what’s behind the mysterious goings on at Lake Eerie. But as they grow closer, Haven begins to wonder if Wick is more than he seems…and if he has a hand in all the problems that have been happening. Her heart wants to trust him, but her brain tells her to be cautious. Can she really trust this mysterious stranger? Or is he destined to be her downfall?
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This is a fairly sweet story, but keep in mind that it does contain consensual sex between a human and a monster, non-human anatomy, and sexual size differences. There are also mentions of murder. Please read at your own risk.
Haven
Today calls for donuts.
Some days require red lipstick or a great pair of shoes. But days like this, when my to-do list is longer than my leg and the hassles of being a Bishop are extreme, there’s only one thing that will make me feel better: sugar. And lots of it.
Fortunately, my friend Libra knows her way around the kitchen and owns the cutest bakery/cafe in the world: Queen of Tarts, which happens to be conveniently located in the middle of Main Street.
It’s quiet when I walk in; 10:00AM is kind of the lull here. All the early risers have had
their pastries and gone about their days, and the lunch crowd hasn’t arrived yet. So it’s just me and two customers eating at a corner table. Libra is manning the register, which is unusual.
Normally, Oaklyn, her assistant manager, handles that task. It’s wild that Libra is working at all, given what she went through recently.
“Morning, Haven,” she says when I walk up.
