Guarded By The Minotaur: A Cozy Monster Bodyguard Romance
Viva Wilder
She hired a bodyguard. The agency sent a Minotaur.
Seven feet of muscle, one broken horn, and a silence so complete it finally quiets her anxiety. He's supposed to protect her. He's not supposed to pin her against walls, or fit her body to his like she was made for him, or growl mine when she touches his scars.
Then the blizzard hits. Then his phone pings: 98.5% match detected.
She's his client. She's also his mate. And he'll kill anyone who tries to take he
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