Happy Friday,

OMG starting at a new school has been a lot! I've probably been a bit quiet on Patreon and social media lately, but don't worry. I've got lots of good stuff planned for the next couple months. Starting with a sneak peek of my new series including snippets from all three books! Read on for more.

It makes me a little bit emotional to be doing this shared series with Krista and Sara. The three of us have been friends since the very beginning of my publishing journey and this has been something we've talked about for years. So if I'm just a little bit excited about the month of Feb, I have an excuse!

Plus there's a link below to enter the paperback and swag pack giveaway which I know you don't want to miss! Keep scrolling!

Ami xx

Sneak Peek!

My brand new series, How I Met My Monster is a collaboration between Krista Luna, Sara Ivy Hill and me. We've each taken inspiration from one of our favourite rom com films and turned them into monster romances ready to snuggle up with this Valentine's Day. Here's your first look at each book in the series. They're all available on Amazon Feb 13.

Knotting Hill

Will

“Hot one today.” Ian, my only employee, and the world’s worst vampire, shuts the door to the shop quickly behind him, blocking out most of the weak spring sunlight. Beneath the thick coat he wears, his shoulders are smoking. He hands me a takeout coffee and presses a button on his hat and retracts the custom hat-brella he invented to shade him from the worst of the sun.

Don’t ask me why he doesn’t just sleep during the day in his coffin like a normal vampire. Ian is far from normal. I asked him years ago when we first met, but he has never given me a reasonable answer. He just lectures me about fighting your fate and how you don’t have to give in to the monster inside.

Like that’s something I don’t know.

He comes over to the desk behind the counter where I’m sitting, glancing at my screen and the spreadsheet open on it. 

“Cooking the books, huh? How’s it going?” He stands there expectantly, as if it’s possible I could have anything good to say.

I sigh and turn the screen of my laptop so he can see more clearly. “Not good, I’m afraid.”

Ian makes a hum of sympathy. “Don’t worry. It’s just a bad month. Things will pick up after summer.”

I’d like to agree with him. Only, my figures from the last year show only a steady decline in business. It probably doesn’t help that Ian spends most of the day reading or rearranging books that don’t need to be rearranged rather than actually serving customers, but I don’t have the heart to tell him he’s the problem. I don’t have the heart to let him go, either.

I’m a terrible boss.

Besides, he currently lives in the basement of my house after I took pity on him. Firing him would just be awkward.

“Right, well I’m just going to get started on the back room,” Ian says.

What he really means is he’s going to sit out back with a cigarette and his coffee and pretend to work, but I smile and nod. “Sure.”

At least, it gets him out of my hair for a while.

I’m scrolling back through our sales data wondering if it’s possible I missed a whole week, when the bell above the door tinkles and I look up. A slim, shapely woman in dark glasses and a long jacket enters. I give her a halfhearted smile and go back to my work.

Then I have to look again.

She’s tall—though not as tall as my six foot two, and her long dark hair is immaculately styled. When she slides the sunglasses up onto her head, I get a better look at her face and nearly choke on my cappuccino. She’s the spitting image of Bella Owens.

Bella Owens, the famous actress who, if the rumors are true, is currently filming right here in London.

But it couldn’t be. There’s no way a world famous actress like Bella Owens visits my tired little bookstore.

I hold my breath and watch out of the corner of my eye as she moves slowly into the shop and picks up a book. Do I say something? The dark glasses tell me she’s probably not going to appreciate being recognized. She probably just wants to mind her own business and not be bothered.

I resolve to play it cool and not blurt out I’ve been masturbating for the last five years to that scene in “Love Me Not” where you see her tits.

Oh, God, could I be any more of a loser?

After obsessing over the film for the better part of a year, I read somewhere they were really her tits onscreen. Not just a stunt double. I always wondered if it was true. Of course, that was fuel on the fire.

Stifling a groan of self-loathing at the path my thoughts have taken, I surreptitiously watch Bella continue through the store. She runs a slender finger over the spine of a copy of Great Expectations and I gaze in fascination. She’s even more gorgeous in real life. Which is a bit baffling given if you’d asked me yesterday, I would have rated her a ten out of ten. She’s more like an eleven in real life.

I think it’s the tiny imperfections they never let you see on screen. The way her hair kinks slightly at the ends. The way she brushes a hand over the wrinkle in her skirt.

I cough and look away.

Not ogling a customer’s ass. Not thinking about this customer’s tits, even if they’re the most perfect tits in the entire universe. Pert and round and—

From here, I catch a whiff of her rich deep perfume and something darker, more musky and natural beneath it. My wolf is howling at me to sniff around her ankles. He’s an uncivilized beast, that side of me. I keep him suppressed as much as possible.

It’s a testament to how distracted I am by Bella that I don’t notice Ian has emerged from the back room until his cold hand clutches my shoulder. “You alright, boss? You look like you’re on the scent of a rabbit.”

“What? No. What are you talking about? I thought you had stock to sort or something.”

He gives me a strange look that lasts far too long and is about a foot too close to my face. I never know whether or not to look away from him when he gets like this. My instincts say it might bring out the predator in him. Despite being the worst vampire in existence, he is still a vampire. Just like all of us, he has natural urges he has to fight. I try not to think about how often he considers biting me.

He looks at Bella browsing between bookshelves at the back of the store and then speaks at the top of his voice. “Hey, that’s that actress isn’t it? You know? From that film you’re always watching. What’s her name? Bonnie Covens? Belinda Ovens?”

I frantically make a chopping motion at my neck and mouth the words shut up. 

He ignores all my silent signals and blunders on until he finally gets it. “Bella. That’s the one. Bella Owens.”

Before I can stop him, he rounds the desk and strides toward her. “You know, we have some books that are actually good somewhere, if you’re interested in buying.”

I wince. There is no one I trust less to handle this. If Ian had been made a vampire a few centuries earlier, you might actually find his name under the dictionary definition of ‘socially awkward’.

When Bella looks up, I have just enough time to catch the slight upturn at the corner of her mouth before she composes her expression into a pleasant smile. “Oh, is that right?”

I find myself categorizing her accent. Smooth with a soft hint at her American origins. Or perhaps I’ve watched her films so many times I’ve grown used to the sound of her voice.

“Yeah.” When Ian leans too close, to her credit, she hardly flinches. “This one’s terrible. Dreadful plot and the main character is a daft bint.”

Bella makes a low, thoughtful hum. “A shame I already signed the contract to play her in my next film, then, isn’t it?”

I am already on my way to rescue Ian—or Bella, I’m not sure which—when he backtracks so hard I basically strain my neck watching. “Oh! Did I say terrible? I meant fabulous. Wonderful. I really love the way the author blended romance and cannibalism with post-apocalyptic murder mystery. Really excellent writing. Have you seen there’s a whole series? Maybe you should get them all.” He starts fishing books from the shelf and stacking them in her arms.

I step in and gently retrieve the next book from his cold fingers. “Ian, why don’t I take over from here?”

“Oh, not to worry, boss. I was just doing a bit of up-selling.” He gives me such an exaggerated wink the people three blocks down probably spotted it. “You know? Fleece the ones that can pay, huh? Gotta make up for last month’s poor sales now, don’t we?”

I clear my throat. “Ian?”

He stops and tips his head to one side. “Yeah?”

“This is one of those times where I’m going to need you to go to the backroom and check our stock for a moment.”

His expression clouds for a moment. Then, as if the sun is breaking through, he suddenly smiles. “Oh!” He taps the side of his nose. “Right you are, boss. Back room. Got it. I’m going straight to the back room now, and I’ll check that stock. So lovely to meet you, Ms. Owens.” With an actual salute, he disappears behind a stack of books and I’m left face to face with Bella Owens. Then I remember the pile of books. “Sorry. Sorry about him. Let me take those for you.”

She hands me the books. “Thank you.”

“Listen, there's really no excuse. I’m very sorry. Please go back to browsing. I promise we’ll leave you in peace now. I’ll just be at the desk, if you want anything.”

I turn to go, books teetering precariously in my arms.

“What if I want to know where the good books are?”

I freeze.

I turn and find the hint of that sardonic smile again. My heart pounds in my chest and I’m certain if I check, I’ll find my palms are sweaty. “Ah, yeah. Listen. Don’t take Ian seriously. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

She laughs. I know it’s a cliche but honestly her blue eyes sparkle like gems just for a moment and I’m breathless. “I happen to agree with him. It’s a terrible book. Unfortunately, my agent says I need this part. So here we are. Don’t hold out on me, though. I want the good stuff.”

How is it possible for one person to be this beautiful and apparently funny and clever, too? Hastily shoving the Zombify My Heart books back on the shelf, I gesture toward the far corner where I keep the poetry books. “Well, in that case, if I might be so bold, I do have a recommendation, but I should warn you, it’s not for the faint of heart.”

Her brows lift. “It’s not?”

I shake my head solemnly and lead her across to a shelf where I pluck Sylvia Plath’s Collected Poems from between two other books and hold it up. “No. Some of them are a bit heavy. But I’m always glad I’ve read them.” I hand her the book and she takes it, turning it over to look at the biography on the back.

“Thank you. Sometimes heavy is exactly what I’m looking for.”

My mouth is suddenly dry. She liked my suggestion.

On a whim, I pick up a copy of Clare Pollard’s Incarnation. “These are wonderful, too. Though you might need a hug afterward. I’ll throw this one in if you’d like it, because they’re worth reading.”

“Thank you.” She follows me to the counter and I try not to come across as weird or awkward as I ring up the books and place them carefully into a small brown paper bag. Hardly knowing why, I slip a business card into the bag, too. “In case you need more of the good stuff.”

She smiles at me as she takes the bag and our fingers brush.

A shudder runs through me head to toe. I have to clamp down sharply on the urge to shift and let my wolf take over so he can scent her. Learn her smell. Track her down later and follow her to the ends of the earth.

I turn away so she can’t see the way my eyes flash amber and my nails grow into claws for a moment as the barrier weakens along with my self-control.

It’s been a long time since I struggled so hard.

Despite the fact monsters are out, most humans remain suspicious of shifters. After all, we don’t look like monsters at first, so we take them by surprise. Which feels underhanded somehow. If only they knew how close the monster often is to the surface.

The bell on the door rings as Bella leaves. I let out a long breath. Ian’s voice from behind me makes me jump. “I knew she was after the good stuff. There’s a woman with taste.”

“God damn it, Ian, how many times do I have to ask you not to do that?”

“Sorry, boss. Right you are. Time for another coffee?”

I look at the clock on my laptop screen and back at my unfinished cold coffee from before. Then I sigh. “Yeah. Go on. Actually, you know what? It’s my turn. I’ll get this round. I need a walk.”

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There's Something About Dragons

I shine my horns, put my hair up in a bun, and get dressed for the date in a nice pullover and khakis. I want to look relaxed but not sloppy when I show up at her clinic. I want her to smile when she sees me.

Shit, I should bring her flowers. I don’t have to open the spreadsheet to know her favorite. Sunflowers. I’ll grab some from a corner store on the way if they have any.

My feral form scoffs at me and flexes his wings, offering to fly to a florist shop.

“No,” I say out loud in my sternest voice. “Stop. You’re going to rip my shirt, and I only brought one. I’m not picking Cari up half-naked.”

As if in answer, my khakis suddenly strain to their limit. I pop the button and the zipper splits of its own accord, spilling open. I stare down at my unruly half-shifted cocks in dismay.

“You’ve got to be kidding. You’re really fucking me over here,” I mutter to mindless beast inside me. I can’t even remember the last time I couldn’t control my shift. “I hope you’re pleased with yourself. We can’t go on a date unless our dicks fit in our pants.”

My feral form purrs and shows me an image of Cari’s ass in her scrubs. Then he imagines stalking her, grabbing her, and flying her off to a cave. In his fantasy, he shreds the blue material with his claws. He’s pretty clear that pants and shirts aren’t necessary.

“No. No. We are not doing that. That’s not what a date is.”

I check the time. Twenty minutes until our scheduled date. Twenty minutes to get both of them under control. Even if I can get them into my pants, I’ll be working all evening to keep them from shifting in Cari’s presence.

My cocks throb at the mention of her name. My beast wants to make himself known. But I don’t want to be known for jerking off in a place of business…nor for accidentally pulverizing a public restroom with out-of-control shifting.

Annoyed that my friend's snarky advice about jerking off before a date was probably right, I kick out of my khakis so they don’t get messy and storm to the bathroom.

I press my forehead to the wall and lean over the shower drain, a cock in each hand. I wonder what Cari will think of them. The upper one, the one that persists in my more humanoid form, has three pronounced bulges that barely fit in my fist. I’d be worried that she’d find it too monstrous except she said she’s dated dragons before, so she knows what to expect.

The lower one, the cock that only emerges when I shift, ironically looks mostly human, albeit with a more tapered head. But it hides a secret at the base: a knot that will swell dramatically inside my mate and lock us together. It’s more sensitive, too.

I squeeze it, groaning as it sends a pulse of hot need up my spine. I’m not sure a human will be able to handle taking a knot. Cari’s a lot smaller than dragon females, and even dragon females only take the knot in their feral form.

“Mate.” My beast growls, showing me several rapid-fire images of Cari bent over, stretching around his knot. Fuuuck, she looks amazing like that. He agrees. He’s confident in her ability to take it like this, in half-shift, and that makes both my cocks drool greedily all over the tile floor.

The cool marble shower tile feels great against my heated scales as I milk them, desperate to come so I can go on this date without my feral form growling and whining in my ear all night. He wants to fantasize about Cari? I’ll let him have his way to get this over with more quickly. He immediately supplies me with a ready montage, and I fall into the scene, stroking myself with both hands.

I pick her up at her office. She’s wearing the same blue scrubs, when she sees me, she smiles. Lifts up her arms to be carried. I pick her up and shift at the same time. Two beats of my wings, and we’re soaring, her soft curves pressed against my feral form’s hard belly plates.

A cave in the sea cliff. Private, dark. I lay her down, and somehow her blue scrubs have transformed into the pale blue formal gown that has haunted my dreams. I cut the filmy fabric off with my claws, prowling around her as I decide how to make her mine. She arches, reaching for my cocks.

Before she even gets her imaginary hands on them, my upper cock swells and unloads, splattering the tile and my feet. I’d be embarrassed if this weren’t a fantasy. Since it is, Cari just looks happy, rubbing my cum into her skin.

My upper cock softens, giving me hope that I’ll be fit to take the real Cari out on a real date…one that doesn’t end in kidnapping a fawning, blow-up version of the woman I love.

My feral form is unsatisfied, though, supplying me with more images of Cari with her legs parted, touching herself with one hand as she squeezes my knot with the other. She bites her lip, her arousal perfuming the cave as she strokes us both. I lick into her mouth and pump my hips into her hand, dragging my knot through her tight little grip.

Fuck, this is wrong. If she knew I was picturing her like this, captive and objectified, she’d think I was a major creep. But it feels so good. Maybe I am a creep.

Mate, my beast whines, sounding offended that I’d characterize his desires like that. As if to prove his point, the fantasy shifts slightly. Now she’s panting and begging, tugging me toward her like my lower cock is a leash.

See how we please her? he seems to be saying, as if this isn’t just another one of his (and my) deepest fantasies.

Fantasy-Cari uses my lower cock to rub her clit, her cheeks and chest flushing, until she shudders and calls out my name, lost in the force of her orgasm. l rock against her until her eyes blink open, limpid and dark, and a smile curves her sweet mouth.

Hot pleasure slides up my spine at the sight of her so well-satisfied. I can’t take it anymore. My knot swells, pushing my fingers apart as I come even harder than the first time. I clench my teeth so tightly, my jaw pops, and I swear I black out for a minute or ten. Time has lost all meaning.

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Romancing the Orc

“Dinner first, minx. I must feed you.”

“Oh, you’re gonna feed me all right.” She wiggles against my erection. “You’re gonna feed me this monster cock, fill me right up.”

Food forgotten, I pick her up and sling her over my shoulder, giving her ass a solid swat as I move us away from the fire.

She shrieks and squirms, the heady scent of her arousal perfuming the air.

“Liked that, did you?” I give her another smack as my magic pulses outward, gathering smooth palm fronds to make a bed. I set her down on her hands and knees. “I thought you wanted to be my good girl, but you’re being so bad.”

“So bad,” she echoes in a moan.

“Such a naughty girl.” I slide her zipper down her back.

“The naughtiest.” She sits up on her knees and pushes her ass toward me as she strips the catsuit from her arms.

Once that’s done, I flick her long ponytail off her back and press her down onto hands and knees. Then I peel the sequined fabric off her hips and ass, leaving it bunched up around her knees, constraining her legs. Her panties soon join it, leaving her pussy bare to me.

“Such a pretty little ass,” I croon, stroking a hand over it. “So pale and soft.” I give it a hard smack that makes her jolt and suck in a shocked breath. Then I lean over her to growl in her ear. “It’s going to look even prettier, all spanked and pink.”

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Giveaway

Now you've had your first taste, I know you want more. Well good news! To celebrate the launch of the How I Met My Monster series, we’re giving away five swag packs stuffed with goodies!

Prizes include:

📚 All three paperbacks — There’s Something About Dragons by Sara Ivy Hill, Knotting Hill by Ami Wright, and Romancing the Orc by Krista Luna

🎨 Three stunning character art prints of our book couples by Kit Fox

💖 An adorable sticker sheet to monster-fy your life

Two winners will be chosen on February 17! Good luck!

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