Fifteen years of chasing monsters, and I just became the prey.
I'm a professional field researcher. My job is to wait in the dark, observe, and log the data. For over a decade, I've hunted the Pine Barrens for proof of the cryptids that ruined my childhood, desperate for one piece of footage to make the world believe me.
Instead, I found three of them.
There's Leeds, a terrifying apex predator with a horse's skull, a wingspan that blots out the stars, and a furnace of a body. There's Indrid, a gray, winged seer with red eyes who knows exactly what I want before I even realize it myself. And there's Obed, a three-hundred-year-old leviathan waiting patiently in the depths of Warlow Lake.
They've divided my study site. They've divided my week. But the boundaries are blurring, and my three monsters have decided to stop taking turns.
I came to the woods to write a protocol, but they've ripped up my rules. Now, I'm the subject of a very different kind of study. And I have no intention of walking away.
Protocol One is a high-heat, polyamorous (Why Choose) cryptid monster romance featuring a snarky scientist, teratophilia, size difference, and three monstrous, possessive males who know exactly how to share. No cliffhangers and a guaranteed HEA.
