Do I dare trust my heart to Secret Agent Gargoyle?
Angie: When my beer kegs turn up missing days before a big event, I hire Monsters, PI to track down my beer. Who's assigned to my case? Tuvid, the gargoyle who wrongfully accused me of gnome-theft.
Tuvid's seven feet of gargoyle muscles with a killer smile. So, when our not-one-night-stand results in a marriage proposal—solely to save his gargoyle rep—I know I'm in trouble. My business plans don't include marrying a gargoyle, but Tuvid's impossible to resist.
Tuvid: I met Angie while I was wrapping up a local investigation involving stolen gnomes. I was given the wrong address, and I accused her of stealing the little guys. I was determined to make amends. Plus ask her out, but she didn’t return my calls.
Then we're locked inside her microbrewery's storage, and who should unlock the door? Her mom and mine. It's clear we've been together all night, though we didn't do anything—well, not much. But gargoyles are old-fashioned, and my reputation will be shattered unless we get married.
I'm going to track down her beer kegs in time for the brew-off. And when the case is closed? Angie's going to be my bride.
Contains mature themes.
