Loved this book what a romance. This book is a must read for anyone who loves human gargoyle romance can’t wait to read the next upcoming book.

I didn't think I would love this as much as I did, but it was actually really cute!

I was pleasantly surprised by how much I actually loved this. I'm really looking forward to the next book now. Frey and Anna have such realistic interactions, and I love how Frey's out-dated notions of chivalry aren't dismissed as being a product of his time; they're actually a point of conflict (like they should be).

Sometimes you want a cozy, angsty paranormal romance where a migraine-riddled, emotionally armored woman gets claimed by a hulking cinnamon roll gargoyle who growls, purrs and says, “You’re my mate.” I listened and read at the same time. I thought the narration was fantastic and Emma added a lot of flair to the story. She did an amazing job switching from Anna’s soft and anxious voice to Frey’s deep growl Anna Kincaid is romantically single on purpose and deeply skeptical of love thanks to a mother who treated bad relationships like a subscription service. Add chronic migraines and you’ve got a heroine who is not frolicking through life in soft-focus lighting. She takes a job at a shiny new art gallery full of suspiciously hot stone gargoyles for the health insurance…because at this age, benefits are foreplay Frey: ancient gargoyle, asleep for a thousand years, wakes up in the modern world and immediately decides Anna is his mate. Sir. She has paperwork and trauma. Please calm down. Also, Frey navigating modern life after a millennium nap? Peak fish-out-of-water content. Imagine explaining Wi-Fi to a gargoyle who last saw a torch Anna is grumpy, isolated and independent to a fault. Frey is… also grumpy and isolated but somehow more emotionally available, which is frankly hilarious given he’s a literal rock who just time-traveled. The growly back-and-forth is delicious and yes I am mildly obsessed with the purring. We listen and we don’t judge The chronic illness rep felt real. Anna is out here doing badass heroine things while managing actual pain, not just the aesthetic kind. And when Frey shows up all “destined mate,” she doesn’t just swan-dive into his arms. She has baggage. She has trust issues. She has a history. The relationship builds by degrees, not insta-love nonsense. It’s organic. It’s awkward. It’s two emotionally bruised introverts figuring it out one night at a time. What really sold me was the slow-burn, everyday (or every-night) intimacy. Trust doesn’t magically appear because someone declares it. It’s layered in through the quiet, unglamorous moments. And sure, they stumble. It’s messy in realistic ways. But when they click? They click. Warm. Safe. A little feral. A lot tender Is it high literature? No. Is it a wounded heroine with migraines finding love with a devoted stone gargoyle who purrs? Yes. And sometimes that is exactly the energy we need