Maeve always dreamed there was more beyond the sleepy village of Havenmoor… She just didn’t expect it to be an arrogant minotaur warlord who’d toss her over his shoulder and call her mine.
Dakar’s a big, bad minotaur with a filthy mouth and a heart that only beats for his sweet, shy little hucow. He’s ready to claim her in every way possible, and Maeve? She’s more than ready.
