Page 78 of Mated to the Monster Under my Bed

“You’re glowing, little witch.”

I laughed.

“Must be the tea—Celia brought some whiskey to add to it, and we had a little fun.”

But in truth, it was him. It was this place…it was the joy I never thought I’d get to feel again.

After Craig died, I thought the rest of my story was going to be lived out in loneliness and quiet grief. But then I found Hidden Hollow. I found Shadow. And somehow, through magic and love and a little bit of yarn, I found myself again too.

As I looked around the cozy, laughter-filled shop—at the women knitting, the shelves brimming with color, and the monster who had become my mate—I felt it settle in my heart like a spell that brought protection, peace and love.

I never thought this life could be mine and yet, here I was. It just goes to prove that…

In Hidden Hollow… anything is possible.

THE END?