Villageside Tryst with an Ewe (Fantastical Trysts, #3)

I was someone who had a way with women, whether it was from my looks or words. But our village happened to be rather small and, after some time, I'd already had my fill of the ones closer to my age. So, I set my eyes on the most unique woman in the village, who happened to be one of the half-beast folks you'd hear about in stories from places beyond our walls.

Her name was Marissa, a motherly and kind widow whose body was shrouded in a soft layer of wool. She had come to the village some tim...