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Sherrie waggles her phone to show the time on the screen. “You’re on stage in five.”

Oh, god. I love writing monster romance, but the thought of going on stage in front of thousands of readers makes my stomach sink. I glance at the glamorous, made-over version of myself in the mirror. It’s not me doing this—it’s her, and she looks sparkly and pink and awesome.

I stand, yank the sequined monstrosity away from my crotch, and march for the door, my pink heels clicking on the polished concrete floor.

It’s a short walk down an industrial-looking hall to reach the backstage area. Sherrie strides along beside me, tapping away at her phone, much more confident in her heels than I am. “You remember your talking points, right?”

“Memorized my list.” I tap my temple. My phone’s back in the dressing room, where it won’t spoil the lines of the clingy catsuit.

“And if you get stuck on anything…”

“I’ll make a dick joke,” I grin over at her. “Amonsterdick joke.”

“Perfect.” She smiles back and waves me to a stop right beside the curtain. “I’m going to go and tell Brokk he’s supposed to keep his shirt on.”

“Thank you.”

The second word is drowned out by the amplified voice of the interviewer. “Hello, Miami Monster Mash! Are you ladies ready to turn up the heat on this thing?”

A crowd of screams breaks out, and I gulp. Just how many people are out there? I’m not exactly the greatest in front of an audience.

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My stomach does a flip, but I suck in a breath and march out onto the stage, squinting as a hundred camera flashes add to the brightness of the spotlights. I can’t see where I’m going.

The toe of one of my shoes catches on something, and I lurch forward with a gasp. I teeter for a second, pinwheeling my arms to try to regain my balance. I almost have it, but the unfamiliar heels throw me off. Oh, no. No, no, no, no.

I overcorrect and pitch backward, heart pounding—

Strong arms snatch me from the air and crush me to a solid wall of muscle.

I suck in a startled breath, breathing in the scent of male and leather and pine.

“Lara Jade.” A deep voice vibrates through my body where we’re pressed together in a Tango dip. A voice that makes my heart skip.

Brokk’s voice.

I blink up at the most gorgeous face I’ve ever seen, the green and tusked face of an orc.

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