One minute, I was jogging off my rage after being dumped. The next, I was facing down a mugger who picked the wrong day to mess with a socialite with nothing to steal and a barely passable punch-punch-kick routine. Just as I was about to throw hands (and maybe my dignity), he showed up.
Not the mugger—the monster.
Six-foot-something of arrogance. Cold, commanding, and clearly annoyed that I exist. I thought I’d left men like him behind in New York. I was wrong. He rescued me—if you can call growling orders and radiating disdain “rescue”—and disappeared. Imagine my surprise when I walked into my brand-new job at an investment firm and came face-to-chiseled-face with… my new boss. Instead of starting my new life, I get trapped in a standoff with a man who thinks he owns the room—and me. But I’m Frances Gower. I don’t do “obedient.” I do sarcasm, sabotage, and stubbornness. He wants control. I want out. But the more we fight, the harder it gets to pretend I don’t want him.
And monsters? Turns out, they kiss like sinners and love like hell.