Enchanted by You: A Romance Collection

By Isla Chiu

5 sexy romantic short stories in one bundle! Includes Claimed on Halloween, An Alien Prince for Thanksgiving, A Werewolf Jock for Thanksgiving, An Alien Prince for Christmas, and His Enchanting Princess.

 

CLAIMED ON HALLOWEEN

 

Audrey Yamamoto needs to get a life. This Halloween, her only plans are watching Hocus Pocus for the 30th time—alone. However, when she walks home from work, a car heads straight toward her, and she's sure her mundane existence is about to come to an end. But a beautiful stranger saves her just in the nick of time. Even crazier? The beautiful stranger is a vampire, and he wants to claim her for his mate…
 

AN ALIEN PRINCE FOR THANKSGIVING

 

The last thing I expected this Thanksgiving was to meet an alien prince.

Because I have no life and no friends, I'm working a shift at the convenience store on Thanksgiving. I expect the day to be completely uneventful.

Then a freaking UFO lands in the parking lot.

Sani is a 7-foot-tall green man with 12-pack abs, and he's a prince from the planet Eler. Even crazier? He is in search of a mate because he needs to repopulate his kingdom.

And he wants me to be his mate...
 

A WEREWOLF JOCK FOR THANKSGIVING

 

The last thing I expected this Thanksgiving was to find out that my college's (hot) star quarterback is a werewolf.

After my mom tells me that she's going to Jamaica with her new boyfriend, I expect to spend Thanksgiving with me, myself, and I. 

Then I come across a freaking wolf on campus.

Just as I think I'm about to die, the wolf transforms into Colin freaking Buchard, our school's very hot, very naked star quarterback.

Then I faint...

 

AN ALIEN PRINCE FOR CHRISTMAS

 

My Christmas miracle came in the form of a sexy alien.

This holiday season, I have little reason to be merry. Thanks to my defective heart, I only have a few months left to live. Just when I think things can't get any worse, I'm abducted by a (sexy) alien.

But my abduction might turn out to be a blessing in disguise. He says his planet has medicine that could cure me. 

Then he tells me that he needs to repopulate his planet and asks me if I can help with that...

 

HIS ENCHANTING PRINCESS

 

Anthony Tanaka is just drinking his coffee when a beautiful princess falls on his lap.

Like, literally.

Her name is Lisassa, and she has freaking chipmunks following her and doing her bidding. She says she's looking for her prince. Anthony is no prince, but he is determined to claim the princess for himself all the same…

***A sexy fairytale featuring an obsessed alpha male, a lovely princess, and sugary sweet instalove!***

 

 

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Isla Chiu
• Release date: Dec 7, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393116530

Isla Chiu

When I manage to tear myself away from taking Buzzfeed quizzes and watching unhealthy amounts of TV, I write romance and smut. My works feature alpha males, sexy times, and/or my sarcastic sense of humor. I hail from Cleveland, aka the best freaking city in the world, and believe LeBron James is the perfect human being. Despite all of my efforts, I have never truly been able to quit caffeine. My favorites include Taylor Swift, Florence + the Machine, and SHINee. I love to hate/hate to love k-dramas. If I say I’m on a diet, I’m just lying to you and myself. One of these days, I'm going to get hypertension from an excess of salt, both literal and figurative. If I'm awkward around you, I probably don't know what to say to you and/or I think you're hot. And despite what anyone says, Forrest Gump so deserved that Oscar over Pulp Fiction.

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Claimed on Halloween

It’s Halloween, and non-pathetic people are partying and having fun with their friends. Because I am a decidedly pathetic person with no semblance of a social life, I’m walking home after another late night at the office and going to watch Hocus Pocus for the 30 th time by myself. Lame, thy name is Audrey Yamamoto.

I sigh. In college, I used to have friends. We would have K-pop music video marathons and go out for midnight dim sum. But after graduation, we all went to different states and got wrapped up in our jobs, and some of my old friends got married and started families. Gradually, we began texting and calling less, and eventually, we lost touch altogether.

My stomach growls. What should I do for dinner? I should cook because that’s what responsible, frugal adults do. But I find myself really craving pad Thai. Ah, screw it, I’m going to order Thai. Being frugal be damned.

Before I cross the street, I look to my left, then my right. Then I do it again to make extra sure there are no approaching cars. My college friends, who would jaywalk without so much as a glance in either direction, used to make fun of me for this habit. I would retort, You won’t be making fun of me when you find yourself run over by some idiot who’s texting while driving.

When I’m in the middle of a street, I hear the sound of burning rubber. I frown. What asshole is trying to reenact Fast & Furious on a residential street? Then I stiffen when I see the lights. Shit, a car is heading straight toward me, and because it’s going so fast, I freeze like a deer in headlights. Even if I run like hell, I don’t think I could avoid the car crashing into me. Oh my God, is this how I’m going to die? I’m only 25, and I feel like I’ve done nothing with my life. I never went to Japan with my parents to see their childhood homes. I never went to a Red Velvet concert. For Christ’s sake, I never lost my virginity. Does heaven exist? God, I hope it exists. Though would I be able to get into heaven? I wasn’t a terrible person, but I wasn’t a saint. I was just, you know, average.

And now my average life is about to end.

I close my eyes, expecting excruciating pain, but when I open my eyes, I find myself in the arms of a stranger. An extremely handsome stranger. I can’t help gawking at his skincare-commercial-perfect skin, green eyes that sparkle like emeralds, and brilliant hair that’s the most gorgeous shade of red. Did I somehow get into heaven? Because this guy is too beautiful to be from Earth. Are you an angel? I blurt out.

He smirks. No, sweetheart. I did just save your ass though.

I blink. Wait, what? That’s impossible. That car was going way too fast... Oh no, is this a coma-induced hallucination?

No, sweetheart, this is very much real.

That’s exactly what a figment of my comatose imagination would say.

Do you want me to prove this is real?

I laugh. Sure, go for it.

Shock fills me when he places his lips on mine. His mouth feels warm, wet, real. My conscious imagination was never this vivid. Damn, he’s a good kisser. I feel my sex getting wet. Goddamn, this is actually real.

Is that enough proof for you? he whispers.

I’m tempted to say, No, I think you need to kiss me some more, but I merely nod.

He strokes my cheek. You belong to me now.

I blink. Er, okay, I say, stunned. Who am I to argue with the handsome man who saved my life?

I shriek when he jumps into the air with me in his arms. Are you flying? I ask in a loud voice that’s bordering on screaming.

Yes, he says calmly as if he isn’t doing something that’s literally impossible for people.

You...you aren’t human. Though what I’m saying is absurd, what I’m saying is also true. How else could he have saved me? How else could he be freaking flying?

I used to be human.

I look at his skin, which is unusually pale. Are you a vampire? I whisper.

Yes, he says, again calmly.

My hand instinctively covers my neck, as if doing that will conceal the tempting scent of my blood. Are you going to eat me? My pulse races with fear.

Why would I save you only to kill you later?

I don’t know, maybe you’re a vampire who likes to play with his food.

I’m not going to harm a cute little thing like you.

My inner Twilight-obsessed teen fan-girl squeals, Oh my God, the hot vampire called me cute! I relax, believing his words. I don’t know if I’m stupid for trusting a vampire, but he is a vampire who saved my life. I say softly, Thank you for saving me.

Of course. I have to protect what’s mine.

Say what? Then I recall what he said—You belong to me now. My heart flutters. Call me a fool, but I like the idea of belonging to this vampire...whose name I don’t know. What’s your name?

Jack McCarthy.

I’m Audrey Yamamoto.

Audrey. He says my name slowly, as if he’s savoring a decadent dessert.

I look down and yelp. We’re so high up. I can see the whole city from here. Impulsively, I clutch onto his shirt. Wouldn’t it be ironic if I fell to my death after Jack saved me from a reckless driver?

As if reading my mind, he says, I’m not going to let you fall. Trust me.

Okay.

He keeps his promise. A few minutes later, he lands in front of a mansion that could definitely be the set of a horror movie. It looks like the spooky house that kids would dare each other to break into.

I expect him to set me down on my feet, but he carries me into the mansion like I’m as light as air. I resist the urge to giggle. One of my recurring daydreams as a rom-com-obsessed teenager was to be carried bridal style by a hot guy. That daydream has at last become a reality.

The interior of the house matches its exterior. There are creepy paintings of ghostly ballerinas on the walls, the creaking of the floor sounds like the moans of a phantom, and there’s even a freaking bat flying around. Uh, is that bat supposed to be there? I wonder if the bat is one of his vampire friends.

Oh, that’s my pet Sparky.

My lips twitch. You named your bat Sparky?

Yes, he says, completely serious.

Jack the vampire has a pet bat named Sparky. I have to stop myself from exploding into laughter. I ask, Do vampires turn into bats?

Some vampires can shapeshift, but they usually transform into more intimidating animals.

Can you shapeshift?

No, but I do have other talents.

Like what?

His wicked grin shoots heat straight to my core. Do you want a demonstration?

Am I about to lose my v-card to a vampire I just met? Before I can respond, my stomach growls. Loudly. I blush.

Oh, you need food, he says. Let me go to the store.

That’s okay. I can go home and—

He scowls. This is your home now.

Huh?

You belong to me now.

I knit my brow. What exactly do you mean by that? Like, do you want me to be your slave? Obviously, I don’t want to be his slave, but since he did save my life, I guess I could repay him with cleaning his house for the next few years.

No, he says, sounding offended. You’re my mate, my woman.

What? You want me to be your woman? Why? You’re this sexy vampire who can fly, and I’m a pathetic mortal who struggles to run a mile.

Compared to me, you are quite weak and slow.

I mutter, Gee, thanks. But it’s true. Compared to regular people, I’m weak and slow. Compared to Jack, I’m an out-of-shape amoeba.

Every vampire has a mate who was made for him, he explains. According to my friends, when they met their mates, they just knew. I thought it was nonsense. But when I met you...I just knew. I just know you’re mine and you were meant to be with me.

My head wants to call his words nonsense. But my heart is feeling the knowing. I can’t really describe the feeling, but I