Morning Glory Milking Farm: a Monster Bait Romance (Cambric Creek: Sweet & Steamy Monster Romance)

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Sure enough, it was. It REALLY was. The protagonist is a human female who has just finished grad school with a mountain of student loan debt. Unable to find work in her field, she decides to accept a position as “milker” of minotaurs. Their semen is the magic ingredient in those little blue pills all the middle-aged gentlemen need, you see. And the best, most effective method of extracting this is by female technician first using her hands, and then a silicone lined collection tube that feeds into a glass bottle. Of course she falls in love with one of her weekly clients. What is the world even coming to when the United States's health care is so shit that you might literally seize the bull by the horns just to have someone look at your teeth? You’re making it very hard to be a gentleman,” he repeated, standing over where she sat on the edge of the bed, thighs parted. “Is that the only thing that’s hard?” Welcome to Morning Glory Farm! Incorporated nearly a decade ago, our mission has remained the same since the day our lab processed its first specimen—to uphold the integrity of the genetic material in our care, to set a new standard in pharmaceutical processing that the entire industry would model, and to provide a client-first attitude in all we do. Our brand new, state-of-the-art facility in Cambric Creek marries all three tenets, putting the client experience at the center of our collection process. As a milking technician on our collection floor, you will be tasked with ensuring a plentiful, speedy collection, processed in accordance with our standards in safety and sterility. You’ve already taken a tour of the facility, now you’ll get to see our process in action . . . follow me!”

REVIEW: Morning Glory Milking Farm by C.M. Nascosta - Dear Author

I wrote in a review recently that I found a marriage of convenience plot a little unbelievable but that I’d definitely gone with stranger things before so I gave it a pass. This is exactly the kind of book I was referencing in that review. Violet had known it the moment it pinged on the hiring app, squinting at her phone screen in disbelief as she scrolled, nearly a week ago. No experience necessary, on-the-job training provided. Two weeks vacation and full benefits, including dental. Dental! She had no idea what a milking technician was nor what it entailed, but the advertised starting salary was higher than any belonging to the handful of jobs open in her degree field, none of which paid enough to comfortably keep a roof over her head.I meant to ask you after I got the ring out, that was the whole point in doing it. I . . . I don’t” Bull semen, specifically Minotaur semen, was a major component in giving the pills the oomph their devotees needed . . . and she, in her new role, if she decided to take the job, would be responsible for collecting it.

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The fox-like woman’s beaming, sharp-edged smile froze, her glinting canines transformed into something sinister and vaguely threatening as Violet tapped the laptop, pausing the video for the third time that morning.She’d not yet made it past the introduction today, needing to repeatedly remind herself to breathe and stay upright and that she was home, so bolting out into the hallway and making a break for the elevator would make little sense, particularly if she wanted to avoid the uncomfortable scenario of her elderly neighbors hearing the sound of the video coming from her apartment and discovering what she was watching. Leviathan Fitness is the favorite place of monsters, muscles, and a tentacled creature who can seduce even the hardest to win over human. If I don’t find something soon I’m not going to have much of a choice,” she’d agreed bitterly, pressing her tongue into the roof of her mouth as her mother cooed sympathetically. Don’t cry. If you start crying, she’ll drive here tonight.

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