The Gargoyle Who Guards the Graveyard

Renee Pitts has kept the books at the Pine Hill cemetery office for six years. She knows what every family in Tarver, Georgia owes on its dead. She shaves her own head in her own mirror every Sunday night, and she pays for everything herself, down to the penny.

Every night after close, she sits on the office step and tells the gargoyle on the cemetery gate about her day. He has never said a word back.

Until the October night he does.

Gideon has guarded that ground since before Tarver had streetlights. He has been listening to Renee since she was new, and he made up his mind about her the first night he saw her. But a man who turns to stone at sunrise can't take her to supper or sit beside her in church, and he will not let the one woman he wants tie herself to a graveyard gate to love him.

Renee has been told no before. She has a church basement full of old promises, a lamp nobody has lit in a hundred years, and a law of her own to lay down. He can come down off that post and have her on her terms, or he can sit up there and be wrong.

A standalone monster romance with a Black heroine who runs her own life, a guardian who loves by listening, a family table full of cousins, and heat as hot as that stone is cold. HEA guaranteed. Book three of Monsters of Tarver, Georgia.