Free Banged In The Bayou: Monsterotica Book 1 by Madison Sevier

Banged In The Bayou
    Monsterotica: Book 1
    by
    Madison Sevier
    Copyright@2013MadisonSevier
     
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    Author's Note:
    This book is 18+ EROTIC HORROR, FICTION with graphic language, situations and humor. Do NOT read if you are under the age of 18, hate sex, monsters or humor.
     
     
     
     
    Banged In The Bayou
    Monsterotica: Book 1
    Chapter One
    After being on the road for fifteen hours, I, Rosie Peaks, investigative journalist for the Ridge Top Review in the small town of DuFour, Indiana and lover of all things fashionable and frivolous, never expected to find myself stranded on the side of the road in a backwoods, Cajun community. I’d saved every dime I could for an entire year and getting to the Gulf of Mexico for a weekend away from my boring job was my only goal. However, sipping fruity, alcoholic drinks at a cabana and sunbathing on the beach would have to wait. I watched as my dreams of being seduced by hunky life guards disappeared into the smoke that was billowing out of the hood of my rental car.
    “Damn ! Not even one bar on my cell phone. Where the hell am I?”
    The past hour of driving had gone by in a blur. I didn’t recall passing a road or town sign and strangely, I felt as though I’d been driving in circles. The occasional shanty and crocodile were all I’d seen. Now, as I stood on the side of the dirt road, surrounded by giant Cypress trees, I watched as the daylight faded quickly and even in the extreme heat I felt Goosebumps scatter across my tan arms at the thought of what could possibly be in the surrounding swamps and trees.
    “I had to be a big shot. I just had to come down here alone!”
    Not that I’d had much choice. I’d lived in DuFour for exactly one year and seven months and in that time, I’d worked seven days a week, which left little-to-no time for socializing. DuFour isn’t exactly a bustling metropolis and to date, the most exciting thing I’d written about had been when an Amish man ran for the county sheriff’s position and believe me, it caused one hell of an uproar.
    I’ve never seen so many people angry over a candidate for any office. But those people were flat-out pissed. How dare an Amish man, shunned or not, ex-Amish or not, think he could run the Sheriff’s department?  The office had always been led by one family, generation after generation. The end result was mobs of Amish families and English families in the town square throwing rotten tomatoes and grapes at each other. The would-be sheriff ran out of town and hadn’t been heard from since.
    My father, a Buckeye through and through, couldn’t believe I’d taken the job offer and moved to such a small town that seemed to be full of outlandish events such as that.
    “What a waste of a perfectly good college education. I can’t believe this is what I spent my hard-earned money on.” Every time we spoke on the phone it was the same thing.
    The fact is, I’d needed a change. Living in Columbus, Ohio for over thirty years had been enough. I wanted peace and quiet, a small town life with low-crime rates and even lower drama rates. Visiting two years ago, in DuFour, I’d thought I’d found the perfect place to settle down and raise a