Ava White came to Nightfall Cove to write a feel-good story. Monsters living alongside humans. Small-town integration. The kind of puff piece that lets her sleep at night after a decade of hard news.
She didn’t expect the seven-foot minotaur assigned to babysit her.
Bruiser Walker doesn’t do small talk. Doesn’t do journalists.Doesn’t do anything that gets in the way of keeping his club alive — and he’s certain the pretty reporter with the recorder is a threat.What he doesn’t expect is that she doesn’t know it.Someone sent her here to find him. Someone from his old life at the agency he walked away from.
He’s supposed to neutralise her. Instead he starts falling.
And once he realises what’s really coming for them both, there’s nowhere left to hide her but in his bed, under his horns, and behind every gun he owns.
Scorching forced-proximity minotaur romance with thriller teeth. He-falls-first devotion, against-the-wall heat, and a conspiracy big enough to burn the agency down. Guaranteed HEA.
