A Monster Romance I always knew I’d die in the labyrinth. What I didn’t expect was him. Each year, the villagers offer a girl to the beast who guards their borders. This year, that girl is me—cursed, cast out, and dragged into the maze. I was ready to face death. I wasn’t ready for Taurik. Massive, horned, and carved like sin, Taurik is everything a monster should be—terrifying, powerful… and impossibly, devastatingly tempting. But he doesn’t kill me. He offers me seven days. Seven days where I’m not chained. Not punished. Not untouched. He says I’m a ritual. He says I’m safe. He doesn’t say I’ll crave his hands like fire. That he’ll ruin me with praise and possessive growls. That I’ll beg for his bite, for his claim. I walked into the labyrinth expecting an end. I didn’t expect to be worshipped. For fans of monster heat, filthy devotion, and heroines who bite back—this is not your typical sacrifice.