Jack Addison vs. a Whole World of Hot Trouble

This collection contains a series of nine books about Jack Addison’s adventures.

“Any monster is a lover if you’re brave enough.”

Jack Addison. Son of a world famous monster hunter. Irresistible jerk. Monster-curious.
Roux Chat-Bonnes. Ginger. Furry. Claws like razors and a tongue to match!

At just nineteen, Jack’s fresh out of a prestigious academy, set to make a name for himself as a monster hunter in a world where people need protection from strange and dangerous creatures.

Raised to see nonhumans as monsters to be eradicated, or at the very least—inferior beings, he soon finds out that he’s been taught lies, and his initial distrust of creatures turns into fascination that goes beyond anything his father could imagine.

After an encounter with a giant spider, Jack falls down a rabbit hole of affairs with werewolves, kitsune, a centaur, a merman, a tentacle creature called Nessie, and even a vampire!

But all of those dalliances fade in comparison to his one true heart throb—Roux Chat-Bonnes, a cat-like being, and his most vicious rival. As brave as he is infuriating, and as furry as he is sexy, Roux is the moral compass Jack wishes he didn’t have.

If he ever wants to win Roux’s heart, he needs to prove that he’s more than just a handsome jerk sneaking around with any monster he can get his hands on, but a man brave enough to do what’s right, even if it makes him unpopular. Even if that means standing up to his famous father.

Themes: living up to expectations, pride, dreams, self-discovery, tolerance, fame, monster hunting, inter-species relations, enemies to lovers, opposites attract, prejudice, tentacles, centaur, merman, mermaid, kitsune, Siberia, trust, vampire, Transylvania, werewolf, drugs, Paris, deception, secrets
Genre: M/M romantic erotica, horror-comedy
Contains scorching hot, explicit scenes
Length: ~115,000 words

In this serial, each episode encompasses a single event from Jack Addison’s career, but while they are partially self-contained, the romantic arc and Jack’s personal journey, develop over time, so it’s best to not read the stories out of turn.

Jack sat in his opulently decorated room with hastily made notes. How had he even gotten here in the end? He should have ditched the conference being held for an idea he despised and tried to find Roux, but if he made Father look bad by ignoring the keynote speech, their relationship might not survive. He would never spew anti-creature nonsense the way he used to before he discovered the truth, but stories about his travels could hardly do any harm. After his family supporting him for so many years, he owed Father that much

It wasn’t a big deal.

So why was his stomach in knots?  Even the view of the grand Versailles gardens couldn’t lift his mood.

That was pretty clear, no matter how much his mind tried to deny facts. Ditching Roux like this and, trying to hide the truth from him made him a lousy person, and an even lousier partner. The only thing keeping his heart from collapsing was the thought that maybe his stories could shed a different light on creatures and sow the right seeds in at least some minds. Ones that weren’t completely hardened yet.

He squeezed the paper as his chest tightened again.

He didn’t want to be here, socializing with people who’d likely treat Roux like trash or with polite hostility, at best. He wanted to be at Roux’s side, stargazing and walking the narrow streets of Montmartre, cuddling into his warm, fragrant fur.

The knock on the door made him groan. Was it really his time already? He glanced to the tall window. Despite the cold weather outside, the garden beckoned him with promises of freedom.

“Come in…” he groaned without enthusiasm.

A hotel worker in a neat burgundy uniform entered, carrying a tray of food and two glasses of wine. “Good afternoon, Mr. Addison.”

Jack offered him a smile, because what was the point of unloading his frustration on anyone but himself? “What is it?”

Cute dimples appeared in the man’s cheeks when he smiled. “Mr. Addison… I’m so sorry to impose, but I wanted to treat you, and I was hoping you would sign my venator card?” He put the tray on the bed and fished a little collectible wallet out of his pocket.

Jack’s shoulders slumped, and he grabbed a pen from the nightstand before scribbling his name on the back of the card featuring a photo of him holding a whole bundle of necrorats.

He didn’t deserve the high stats he had in the Game of Venators.

“Here you go.”

“Thank you very much!” The man blew at the ink to make it dry faster, but he didn’t seem ready to leave. “About the symposium… I cannot wait to hear you speak, Mr. Addison. I’ve read so much about you.”

Jack’s lips tightened. “The reporters exaggerate all stories. I’m just a venator like many others.”

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