M.F. Adele & T.L. Adele
(The Chronicles of a Toy Monster, #1)
Publication date: February 11th 2022
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Reverse Harem, Romance
What do a fake client, an attempted abduction, and a decade of secrets have in common?
I don’t remember the shadow realm, but the land recognizes me as someone it once knew.
The lost heir, worshipped and adored… She’s painted on the sides of buildings like some demonic vigilante waiting to accost you in the nearest alleyway.
What I don’t know is that she is me.
Badass bounty hunter.
Full-size train wreck.
I’m surrounded by an onyx cloak; from the demons I befriended in my sanctuary to the creatures I grew up with inside the castle walls. Now, even the strangers who desperately need me bring a cloud of darkness to aid in my fight.
The men in my life are spine-chilling monsters, but I might be the worst one of all.
Boom, boom, boom.
The drumming bass in my head ebbed and flowed with my consciousness. Voices echoed, their words warped and distant as visions of the past played in fast forward.
I couldn’t make it stop.
Until, finally… the images slowed, spiraling out of control one last time.
Burning intensity was all I had left. My life didn’t exist outside of the inferno, radiating agony and nightmares.
I was on fire. My veins filled with lava, scorching my skin each time my muscles spasmed. Itching drew my hands to my back. Nausea overtook me as I felt open sores, raw flesh, and sticky scabs.
Fuck. Would the anguish ever end?
Was this the death I deserved?
I awoke in a panic, expecting pain to ambush me again. I lay on the floor for a silent eternity, trying to even my breathing before I attempted to stand. My legs shook as I took the two steps between me and the wall. I stumbled and caught myself before slumping over.
Did those guys drug me?
The first assholes had. The second ones, though… That was to be determined.
But the answer was in front of me as soon as I surveyed the damage. I pulled my knees to my chest, staring in disbelief at the destruction I’d caused in the room. Bloody marks adorned the shredded padding that had previously covered the walls. My entire being was raw, still mending torn skin and self-inflicted wounds.
I closed my eyes, and the movie ran in my mind anew. Still going. Still harassing me. But since I had calmed down, I could see them for what they were. My childhood memories. The gaps between the start of my life and living with Juliet.
Why were they hidden?
And what had changed inside of me to release them?
M.F. Adele resides in the outskirts of the Rocket City in Alabama. She lives in her overactive imagination, often fueled by caffeine and no sleep. When she isn’t writing, M.F. is outdoors with her family, obsessing over spicy margaritas and cigars, or reading books by her favorite authors.
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