DAIQUIRI FOR THE DEVIL

Cryptids don’t exist, right?
That’s what I thought. Until I’m saved by a being with wings, horns, and the sexiest smile I’ve ever seen.
I’m not supposed to be attracted to this man—this myth. The Jersey Devil.
Yet here I am, letting him make me dinner and show me exactly what I’ve been missing with human men who don’t have a tail. That tail…
But the thing about being with a mythical creature is they like to stay hidden. And if I don’t want to get my heart stomped on, I need to keep my feelings at bay.
Now, he’s determined to keep me whether the world discovers him or not.