Valkyrie’s Choice – Monster Between Sheets Read Online Fiona Davenport

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
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Being turned into a Valkyrie put a crimp in a girl's dating plans, even when the rest of the town was full of monsters.

Isla Hart figured the odds of finding her happily ever after were slim when she sprouted wings…until she saved Cooper Madison’s life and couldn’t get him out of her head. Too bad he was human, and it wasn’t as though she’d ever see him again anyway.

Unable to pilot planes after an accident, Cooper was in search of somewhere to figure out what came next. When he rented a cabin near where his plane had gone down, he never expected to run into the woman he thought was a figment of his imagination. Or that he’d fall head over heels in love with her.

Your favorite authors are returning to Screaming Woods, where the monsters mash with their human soulmates. These monsters are tired of hiding in the shadows and ready to fall in love. Go into the woods and meet your new book boyfriend, he might have scales, claws, or fangs, but he’s 100% irresistible.

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PROLOGUE

ISLA

Being turned into a monster was the worst thing that had ever happened to me…but my favorite pastime wouldn’t have been possible if I hadn’t become a Valkyrie. Soaring through the sky was freeing in a way I couldn’t explain to someone without the ability to fly. Being in the air was the only place I was at peace with myself.

Although I always took to the sky for work, I still flew for fun whenever I could. As the owner of a small business—a local food delivery service—I never truly had a full day off from my job. Something always needed to be done, but I’d spent the morning in the office so I could spread my wings for a nice, long flight.

Usually, I limited my personal journeys to the airspace above Screaming Woods, so I didn’t have to worry if anyone spotted me from the ground. The last thing I wanted when I was in the sky was to get buzzed by a fighter jet because someone mistook me for an unidentified flying object that needed to be investigated. But sometimes I felt the need to expand my flight pattern so my wings got a really good workout, which didn’t happen with shorter trips.

As I was circling to head back home, I spotted a private jet in the distance and climbed to a higher altitude so I wouldn’t be in the pilot’s line of sight. I maintained one thousand feet of vertical separation while I crossed its path. When I was about three miles past the plane, I turned to glance at it again. My head jerked back when I saw the aircraft starting to nosedive toward the lake below it.

I hovered in place, waiting for the pilot to start their descent for a crash landing. But only a moment later, the door between the cockpit and wing flung open. I started to swoop toward the jet when a man appeared in the opening.

Spotting the straps to the parachute that was on his back, I heaved a deep sigh. Except my relief proved to be short-lived because he fell out of the aircraft, tumbling headfirst into the air. His body was too limp for him to be conscious, and I angled myself to intercept him before he dropped too far for his parachute to do any good.

“Oomph,” I grunted, barely pulling us from a spiral when I caught him.

He wasn’t a small guy and was deadweight since he was unconscious. It took every bit of my strength to reposition the pilot so his head was even with mine. Then I scanned the forest beneath us, searching for the safest place for him to land. Tears of relief filled my eyes when I spotted a familiar landmark—a large campsite between Screaming Woods and the next town over. Since it tended to be busy this time of year, someone was sure to find him quickly.

I flew us closer to the clearing in the trees before pulling his parachute. The pilot was pulled from my hold, but I stayed level with him so I could make sure nothing went wrong as he began to fall at a steady speed. So many things could go wrong, so my gaze continually swiveled between the parachute and the piece of land I was aiming for.

I guided him to a clearing but didn’t realize that the pilot was semi-alert until I glanced down and found him blinking up at me. His bright-blue eyes were filled with pain and confusion, but I still felt the weight of his gaze in my soul. It was almost as though there was some deep connection between us, but that was probably because I saved his life.

His lids drifted shut again as he let out a low groan of pain that made me wince in sympathy. Worried that he was uncomfortable on the hard ground, I gathered the fabric from his chute. Then I folded it into a makeshift pillow and carefully slid it beneath his head. Staring down at him, I moved some of his light blond hair out of the way and traced my fingers over the bump on his forehead.

Although I didn’t know the pilot, I hesitated to leave him alone in the wilderness while he was unconscious. I knew better than most how one mishap could change the course of your entire life. But then I heard a male voice call, “I think he landed over here. Come on!”

Backing away from his prone body, I gave him a final, lingering look before I spread my wings and took flight. I was high in the air when four men came running from the woods to see what happened, and I circled until they carried him toward the campsite. It was only when I couldn’t see them through the trees anymore that I flew toward home, the pang of loneliness in my heart stronger than it had been in years.


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