Make Mine A Monster: Monsterotica: Book 2 by Madison Sevier Page A

me? I was, for the most part, a rational, level-headed woman. I told myself there was no way I'd been banged in the bayou by a swamp creature, I drank an insane amount of alcohol in the attempts to forget and even though I was inebriated, I could still feel those velvety, strong arms wrapped around my middle as Nessiana satisfied me from behind. By trying to forget, I was driving myself crazy. The only way to salvage what little bit of sanity I'd had left, I knew I had to accept what had happened and move on.
    I returned to DuFour, Indiana with one thing in mind. I'd tell the world my story. There would be plenty of people who wouldn't believe it, but I knew someone out there might just find out they weren't alone. After all, there'd been countless accounts of the swamp creature in that Louisiana community and I knew with every fiber of my being that I wasn't the first to have been seduced by that sexy creature. My goal would be to find others like myself. People who had found themselves attracted to monsters and people who were brave enough to tell the world about their own experiences.
    My first step was getting my story out there. In just one week of it being published, I received hundreds of emails from women and men across the country who had also seen not only Nessiana, but other monsters. Monsters that everyone wants us to believe could not possibly exist and creatures that are supposedly the products of overactive imaginations. Normally, I'd have said those people were crazy. Now, I knew better and I intended to prove their stories were as true as mine was.
    My boss, Melanie Wickey , had a story of her own to tell. I sat patiently and listened to her describe, in very vivid details, her encounters with some creatures in Kentucky when she was a teenager.
    "You're not alone, Rosie. However, I don't know how many people are going to tell you the truth and how many are going to con you."
    "Melanie, I'm not worried about the people. I just want to find these monsters, creatures or whatever you want to call them. Nessiana changed me and you must admit that your experiences have changed you, too."
    "Most certainly."
    "I want to find them. All of them. I can't eat or sleep. My days are filled with the desire to be in the presence of these supposed legends. I need them to be real."
    "Oh, they are. " Rosie watched as her boss averted her eyes, shuffling papers across the top of her desk, obviously not pleased with Rosie's decision. "Okay. What do you want from me?"
    "I'd like you to label this an official assignment. I'll begin in Hopkinsville, Kentucky and find your creatures. Once I've complied enough evidence, I'll send you the story. Then, I'll pick another place from the many letters I've received and move on to the next."
    "Rosie, I'm not sure this is something you should be doing. You should be settling down with a nice guy, a real guy and not some filthy, uncontrollable monster you know nothing about. Do you have any idea how dangerous these things are? There's a reason they stay in hiding. Think about it. What would you say if I asked you to choose between a perfectly normal future with the man of your dreams and a lonesome, dangerous journey to find these creatures? To me, the choice would be obvious."
    "I'd say give me an adventure to find what my dreams are telling me to search for and what my body knows it needs. Melanie, we're all monsters in one way or another. Some people just hide it better than others."
    "You can't be serious."
    "Oh, I am. Dead serious. Look at all of the physically abusive, lying psychos in the world. How many men pretend to be loving, kind and honest? What do they do? They hurt people and they do it in very creative, disgusting ways. Women think a man's money can protect them from their twisted ways, that fancy toys make them better than other guys and that their ranches will make you feel safe. Not always the case and you know I'm right. It's mainly lipstick on a pig, that's all. I won't sit