Everyone knows Victor Frankenstein. The whispers in the streets say that he's insane, a tortured genius, a psychopath. Most people even know Elizabeth, his beloved, his betrothed, his beauty.
But no one ever talks about Ernest. Why would they? The second (or third, depending who you ask) Frankenstein brother, the only one not dead or Victor. Off at military school, until Judge Frankenstein can't afford that anymore, and no one's heard from Victor or Elizabeth in months. And something's been roaming the city...
I'm broken, but only a little bit. Cracked, really.
The small town I'm from doesn't see it that way, though. No, they think I'm a hurricane waiting to happen after what happened to my family eleven years ago.
So what if I have an obsession with blood? That doesn't make me crazy!
Right?
They should be thanking me and calling me a hero after everything I do to keep this town safe from the real monsters.
I'll keep my fiery godmother skills to the shadows. I might not be getting any awards anytime soon, but at least everyone is safe, mostly.
All is well and good with my lonely little life until a giant of a man that sets my soul on fire comes searching for answers about the death of his brother.
Did I mention that I'm the one who killed that brother? oops.
This is a short erotic read intended for 18+ ONLY.