The Jekyll and Her Hydes

I have a secret. I’m not just Mabel Cormier, magical shopkeeper in New Orleans. I’m a Jekyll, and my Hyde just killed a very bad man.

What’s worse, that bad man had friends, and they’re hunting for me.

I’m saved by three sexy, protective strangers. They’re Jekylls too, and their Hydes are every bit as psychotic as mine.

Zeb and Ghastly, the smooth-talking protector hiding a monster who could destroy me.
Phineas and Beastly, the domineering, twisted wolf shifter with special venom in his fangs.
Huck and Puck, the wounded Golden Retriever and his deranged creature with a dark past.

They draw me like gravity, and I desperately want to fall for them all.

But I’ve become the target of people so much worse than the monsters we all hold inside, and they’ll stop at nothing to find me.

How can we have a happily ever after when being near me could get my saviors killed?

This is a steamy monster romance with touch her and I’ll unalive you vibes, multiple fated mates, forced proximity, a badass FMC, possessive monsters, psycho monsters who do bloody things, and no choosing. It is a standalone (AKA you don’t need to have read other books prior) with no cliffhanger. Intended for readers 18+.

“What’s wrong?” I ask Tamira, but she just grins.
“You have to come see these guys.”
My brow climbs. “That’s fast, even for you.”
She throws me a half-heartedly dirty look, but it’s ruined by the grin hovering around her lips. “Trust me.”
Taking my hand, she pulls me with her through the crowds that are already gathering inside Final Toast. There’s a local band playing here later tonight, and from the looks of it, they’re getting popular enough to draw more than just the locals.
Creepy stirs in my mind, making my heart pick up speed. She just got done with a kill. She should have been placated, at least for a time.
But right now, she just feels… eager.
“Chill,” I murmur.
“Did you say something?” Tamira asks, glancing back.
I shake my head.
She returns to leading me through the crowd.
I exhale, annoyed at Creepy. I know she likes the bar, but this feels different.
She’s suddenly really awake and she’s not giving me the slightest clue as to why.
“Okay, so…” Tamira slows in front of a table near the far wall. “Guys, this is Mabel, the one I was telling you about.”
She steps aside and pulls me up next to her, and suddenly, it’s all I can do to keep Creepy from shoving her way to the forefront and shifting us in front of all these humans and the three drop-dead hotties at the table.
“Mabel.” Tamira flashes me a grin. “Meet Huck, Phineas, and… Zeb was it?”
The one called Zeb nods, smiling this calm, smooth smile that just oozes confident sexuality. He’s got golden-tan skin and dark hair that brushes his shoulders with sharp features and these pitch-black eyes that just pin me, making a tingling chill rush over my skin straight to my breasts and a nervous tangle of heat spin in my middle before it sinks lower.
I fight to give no sign of how his mere presence is affecting me, and gods help me, I wish I hated what it was doing. Or better yet that I wasn’t reacting like this because I’m not a fan of anything that means my body is not fully under my control.
Except I’m already turned on, and this guy hasn’t even opened his mouth to say hello.

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