My Incubus

Mara wasn’t inexperienced by choice—romance just never happened for her. So when her coworker Jenna glowed about how her new incubus had made her home “so much better,” Mara assumed she meant chores. She went home, opened the catalogue, and ordered the most capable model. The description was strangely physical—6’4, broad shoulders, narrow waist, eight-pack abs, a heart-tipped tail—but she assumed it was dramatic advertising and clicked Purchase. Little does she know just how much Incubus need physical contact and what’s she’s really buying.