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The Monsters in Appalachian Holler

By: Jillian Claire | Other books by Jillian Claire
Published By: Dark Hollows Press, LLC
Published: May 23, 2014
ISBN # 9781940756516
Word Count: 11,764
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Categories: Romance>Multiple Partners Romance>Short Stories Romance>Erotic Romance


The Monsters in Appalachian Holler by Jillian Claire - Romance>Erotic Romance

Liza Fleming understands the dangers and recognizes the risks. Still, when her best friend disappears and no one seems too interested in pursuing the leads pointing to her abduction near Appalachian Holler, Liza reaches a decision. She’ll hike the mountains, ignore the myths surrounding the reported Bigfoot sightings, and return home with her best friend in tow.

A search and rescue mission may not be as easy as Liza thinks.

Prague, Landly, and Windelgo are standing guard around their family pod. Their tribal brothers abducted a young woman from her North Carolina home and later fell in love with her. Now the tribe members realize the authorities will soon surface, but nothing could prepare the trio for the feisty little reporter who shows up instead. And brassy or not, Liza never counted on the illicit adventures set to unfold right there in the middle of the world’s most dangerous holler.
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When I first saw them approach, I wasn’t startled. I’d been dreaming about scary monsters, dragons, and even mountain lions, so when I awoke to find three large figures hovering over my tent, I wasn’t alarmed.

I really can’t now.

At first, I tossed one way and then another, pretending to sleep through the crunching of twigs and limbs under the heavy weight of large feet, paws, or whatever the hell they were. Next, I barely opened one eye. Spooked, I closed it again and rolled onto my left side.

The first thought that came to mind was why I hadn’t bothered to put out the fire, which was now blazing a little higher than when I’d first turned in for the night. Giving the matter some thought, I decided the strangers there must’ve added a log or two before they approached my tent. Why, I wondered, would they bother doing something so considerate if they were there to bring me harm?

I thought about that, too. Don’t think I didn’t. I’d watched enough television to know in the olden days, it wasn’t a rare thing to skewer a human like we mountain folks might roast a pig.

Oh no. I wasn’t very happy about the light illuminating through the canvas and the A-frame opening. If I’d been a more responsible camper, I wouldn’t be able to see the monsters in the dark, the hairy beasts that I now knew were anything but a myth.

Deciding how I wanted to approach this dilemma, I quietly considered my father’s advice. If I hadn’t zipped up to my chin, I could’ve tossed away the sleeping bag, rushed out of the tent, and yelled, “My hands are up! I surrender!”

Using all ten fingers, I curled them over the only protection available and peered over the top of the insulated material. The three sasquatches were now bending over and checking out the contents of the tent, too. Sadly, said contents included me.

The Monsters in Appalachian Holler

By: Jillian Claire