The Satyr's Hucow Hiker

When I heard an impossible song echoing through the Wisconsin forest, I followed it to find a gorgeous man with goat legs and horns who claims he fell from a cliff—but I'm starting to suspect he's not as injured as he pretends.

Kieran says he's a satyr from the magical realm of Verdant Vale, and my body's dramatic transformation—engorged breasts, growing curves, sprouting horns—proves I'm his destined mate, a rare hucow bloodline.

Everything he says makes sense. He's kind and funny and affectionate, and immediately, I want to spend the rest of my life with him. I trust him like I've never trusted anything before.

But nothing can be said to be certain except death, taxes, and never trust a satyr.