He's been standing in her reading room for two weeks. She never once read his name.

Iris Nakamura catalogues the dead for a living, and she's good at it — good enough that the Bellhaven Athenaeum handed her the largest private bequest in its history and a hired minotaur to guard it.

Asterion Malakos says roughly four words a week. He has no face she can read, no chair he can sit in, and no interest whatsoever in the archivist who talks at him for eight hours a day.

Then the matchmaker on Cobble Street hands Iris a cream card with his name on it. Three questions, one match, no refunds — and thirty days of good-faith courtship before either of them is allowed to walk away.

Thirty days is also how long she has before the collection is sealed for fifty years.

Because there's a box in it nobody has opened since 1961. And his name is inside.

Fated & Co. has never made a bad match.

HER MINOTAUR BODYGUARD is a standalone short monster romance with a guaranteed happily ever after, a hero who doesn't talk, a heroine who can't stop, and a very large man who has never once been lost. Steamy. No cliffhangers. Book 2 of the Monster Match Agency — every book stands alone.