Monsters: The Good, The Bad, The Cursed

Introducing a brand new, dark and dangerous, scary-sexy paranormal romance world by New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Heather Killough-Walden.
Read… and step into a universe of unrelenting desire and uncompromising passion, where the inhumanly cursed share a love both frightening and forbidden. Enter a world of Men, Motorcycles, and Monsters, and ultimately submit to the warm, possessive embrace of your most torturous dream, and your most tantalizing nightmare.

Give yourself to him.
Stay with him forever.
Leave the mortal world behind….

Monsters, Book One excerpt:
Cain was quiet while Jake filled his own gas tank. Jake could feel his eyes on him. It was unnerving to be scrutinized by such a perceptive man, even after all this time. Cain was thinking. And Jake had the sinking feeling he knew what about.
"She knows what we are?" Cain finally asked point blank.
Jake didn't have to reply. Cain knew damn well Angel had found out about their true nature. She'd neither set him on fire nor chopped off his head. Given she was a warden, he was considering it a win.
Jake braced one arm on the seat of his bike as he filled the tank.
"So, you baptize this union yet?" Cain asked as he took the fuel pump from Jake's hand and inserted it deep into his own gas tank.
Jake stiffened. He turned and leaned back on the seat of his bike, crossing his arms over his chest and his legs at the ankles. "You serious right now?"
"I've met your girl, Jake," Cain said.
No need to remind me. Even that made Jake mad with jealousy.
"She's one in a billion," Cain continued, "and I'm betting she's under your skin. So if she knows what you are, then what's the hold up?"
Jake looked at the ground and sighed. "I'm not having this discussion with you." But he probably was. Because no one said no to Cain. Sometimes they begged it… but that was different.
Cain replaced the fuel nozzle in its casing at the pump. "Jake, a member of my team is driven to the point of distraction, and I can't have that." His voice was steady and calm as always, but stern. "Angel wants you, right?"
Jake recalled her hitching breaths, the hammering of her heart, and the scent of her arousal as he'd pinned her to the shining black paint of his car. That, at least, she couldn't hide from him. "That isn't the problem," he ground out.
"Well, I know you want her. Hell, we all know that much. So, take her already."
"Damn it, Cain…."
Cain recapped his tank. He studied Jake in silence, and finally draped his muscled forearm across the left handlebar of his bike. "I get it. You're scared shitless. You think you'll lose control and turn her."
No, I don't think I will. I know I will.
"Would that be such a bad thing, Crow?"
If Jake had been drinking, he would have choked. His head snapped up, and his green eyes met eyes of powerful blue. "I wouldn't let her go, Cain." If he turned her, he would keep her. Because there was no way in hell he would let her sink her little fangs into another man's throat.
"I know," said Cain.
Jake's gaze narrowed. "What are you telling me right now?"
Cain straightened, coming around his bike to mount it. Once in the seat, he kicked up the stand with the heel of his boot and rolled the bike backward with strong legs until he was parallel to Jake.
Cain stopped flush with him and looked him in the eye. "Jake, this isn't Neverland. Boys grow into men. And men need women." He nodded at Jake's bike. "That saddle is big enough for two.