She belonged to my brother. Now she belongs to me. I came home to honor his memory. Instead, I end up in his orchard, raising his son, watching his widow bend for fruit with that soft little body she swore would never be mine. But grief doesn’t scare me. Loss forged me. And I’ve waited long enough. She wants to pretend we’re just surviving. But I see the way her hands shake when I get too close. The way her legs press together when I speak low. I’m not him. I don’t ask. I take. And when I finally bite into her? I don’t stop. Even if it ruins everything he left behind. Let her tend to her fruits all she wants. She’ll soon realize… her garden has a new owner. Read on for monster-sized size difference, dead husband’s brother, forced proximity on a fruit farm, and a minotaur who finally gets what his brother never could. HEA Guaranteed!