Don’t go Breaking my Horn

I didn’t realize buying a house in Screaming Woods came with a resident monster. Or that I’d want to keep him…

I came to Screaming Woods to paint portraits of those transformed by Dr. Karloff’s Frankenpunch. As soon as the grant funding came through, I bought a gorgeous-looking cottage without even zooming in on the pictures.

Big mistake. The place is one strong gust of wind away from collapse. My second mistake? Misjudging a curve in the road and rear-ending a motorcycle.
The man who climbs off should be furious. Instead, the massive minotaur just stares at me. He’s got curved horns, inked arms, a ring through his nose, and a look on his face that says he isn’t going to forget me anytime soon.

Unfortunately, neither am I.
Because when I finally arrive at my cottage, I discover the minotaur whose motorcycle I just destroyed has been living here for the past five years. He has no intention of leaving. He’s also the only one in town who refuses to let me paint him.

He thinks he can stare me down until I pack my bags. He’s about to find out that I’m not leaving until I get exactly what I came for.
And that includes him.

Your favorite authors are returning to Screaming Woods, where the monsters mash with their human soulmates. These monsters are tired of hiding in the shadows and ready to fall in love. Go into the woods and meet your new book boyfriend, he might have scales, claws, or fangs, but he’s 100% irresistible.