Honey Trap
Gary left his wife for a sugar baby named Candy. Big mistake.
Candy's twenty-five. Perfect. Sweet—literally. She tastes like cotton candy, smells like a county fair, and makes Gary feel alive for the first time in years.
She's also allergic to water.
Not "I prefer showers to baths," allergic. More like "rain will literally kill me," allergic.
Gary thinks it's a phobia. A quirk. Something they can work through.
He's wrong.
Because Candy isn't quite human, and by the time he figures out what she really is, it's too late. The addiction is in his blood. His cells. His bones. He can't leave her.
A darkly comedic horror novella about midlife crises, dating apps, and why you should never trust anything that tastes too sweet.
Warning: Contains dark humour, body horror, supernatural predators, and the world's worst dating app match. Not suitable for readers who prefer their horror without laughs.
