Damn, I F**ked A Sloth

He's Her Curse. Her Canopy. Her Claim.

By: Venus Sage

Narrated by: Virtual Voice

She came to Costa Rica to heal. She inherited a jungle house, a dead woman's secrets, and something ancient waiting in the trees.

Vivienne Calloway did not come to Monteverde to have a life-altering experience.

She came to avoid thinking about her ex, sit somewhere humid and vaguely healing, and possibly drink something out of a coconut while pretending she was doing better than she was.

What she did not come here for — what was absolutely not on the itinerary — was inheriting a remote jungle property from a woman she had never met. Or the carved figure with amber stone eyes sitting on the windowsill. Or the offerings at the base of the oldest tree she had ever seen, tended by someone's hands for forty years.

Or the eyes watching her from the branches on her very first night.

He who waits, read the inscription at the base of the carving.

He had been waiting a very long time.

Sol is ancient. Patient. Tied to the Monteverde cloud forest in ways that go deeper than roots. For four hundred years he has been exactly where he is — until a woman with the wrong suitcase and absolutely no plan dragged herself up a dirt road and said, out loud, to the tree line: I'm going to need you to not be a jaguar.

She was not afraid of him.

He had been waiting for her specifically.

She had two weeks.

She stayed.

Damn, I F**ked A Sloth is a standalone scorching monster romance featuring a heartbroken city woman, an ancient cloud forest guardian, and the kind of slow burn that ends with someone cancelling their flight and planting a garden.

Spicy heat. Genuine emotional depth. HEA guaranteed. No fade to black. Ever.

Standalone. No cliffhanger. Part of the Damn, I F**ked A ___ series — each book features a new monster and the girlie who captures his heart and can be read independently.