Her Beast, His Beauty by Jenika Snow

ROFUS:
From the moment I saw her, I knew I couldn’t let her go.
For a decade I’d stayed secluded, my appearance and attitude frightening people, keeping them away. But I’d come to like that, grow stronger from it. And then she came into my life, a spitfire of a woman who challenged me and showed no fear.
I should have sent her away for her own good, but I was too selfish to let her go.
I wanted her as mine even though I didn’t deserve her.

BRITTA:
I should have been afraid when he said I was his.
His heart had grown hard and cold, his isolation making him hate the world. He thought people should fear him because of the scars he bore, but I found beauty in them. I was just the housekeeper, but I couldn’t help how I felt for him.
Maybe he was a beast, a vicious animal hidden under a hard, powerful body. Maybe I should have run, but I knew he’d come for me, find me. Deep down, where I couldn’t lie, I wanted him to be mine.And that frightened me most of all.