The old tower in the woods is haunted…

I only wanted to see if there was any truth to our small town's scary stories—to satisfy my curiosity and forget all about my miserable lack of Christmas plans, all in one swoop.

What I didn't plan on is the dangerous snowstorm or my bad luck, nor freezing half to death in the middle of the forest because I twisted my ankle.

When a demonic-looking, winged monster lands right in front of me, I realize it might not be cold that kills me, after all.

But the massive gargoyle—not a demon, Morgan—offers help and takes me to his tower. Only he calls it a roost, one he shares with his equally large, handsome mate.

Now they're saying I'm the third roost mate they've been searching for. They want to court me, nest with me, and keep me forever.

But they're monsters, mythical creatures I didn't even know existed. How on earth is this going to work?