Monsters are real. I've just found one under my bed.

But he has no intention of staying there.

It doesn't matter the bed is in my childhood bedroom where I've retreated to lick my wounds after being dumped by my fiance. It doesn't matter that my long suffering parents will not appreciate things which go hump in the night.

Lokan is a gargoyle on a mission and that mission is to find a human female to breed with before his curse means he turns to stone permanently. As far as I'm concerned he can keep his monstrous hands to himself as I have no intention of becoming a vessel for his monstrous offspring.

Only when he touches me, it sets me on fire in a way no man has ever done.

My bed is about to become his, no matter what. And when he takes my bed, he's going to take me too.