Secret Agent Gargoyle by Ava Ross

Do I dare trust my heart to Secret Agent Gargoyle?

Angie: When my specialty beer kegs turn up missing days before a big brew-off event, I hire Monsters, PI to track down my beer. Who’s assigned to my case? Tuvid Elresh, the gargoyle who wrongfully accused me of gnome-theft a few short weeks ago.
Tuvid’s seven feet of bulging gargoyle muscles with a killer—fang-filled—smile. So, when our not-one-night-stand inside a beer cooler results in a spontaneous marriage proposal—solely to save his gargoyle rep—I know I’m in deep trouble. My business plans don’t include marrying a gargoyle, but Tuvid’s impossible to resist. Will I lose my heart to a gargoyle secret agent?

Tuvid: I met Angie while I was wrapping up a local investigation involving stolen gnomes. Yeah, I was given the wrong address, and I accused her of stealing the little guys. I was determined to make amends. Plus ask her out, because she was cute. But she didn’t return my calls.