Selby Maison is an African American recording star ... um ... how shall I say it? ... past the first flush of her success. She’s had a couple of hit records, and she still is sought after to sing in clubs and other venues, but after her husband’s betrayal and the large settlement she had to pay in the divorce, plus her hysterectomy ... well, any woman would be a bit depressed after all that. Though she has a current recording contract, her creativity is ebbing away, and she can’t write a song now if her life depended on it.

Darius is a satyr from ancient Greece. Yep, they’re still around. Nope, they don’t look like Pan – he’s a faun, not a satyr. Darius accidentally bonded with Selby during a concert performance a year before, and now he realizes that Selby is his true mate. How will Selby react to the news – and to the changes in her life once they bond permanently? And will she accept his satyr companion, Sylus, into her life?

Despite their obvious affinity for romantica, the idea of satyrs as romantic heroes is an unusual one, so the theme of this novella is fresh and interesting. The plot, however, is a bit unevenly paced, so sometimes the tempo is a little slow. I enjoyed the author’s characterizations, which were very realistic, especially that of Selby. It does my heart good to see a plus-sized woman as the object of devotion and lust. There are a number of explicit sex scenes in this story, primarily man/woman, but also a couple of same-sex scenes and one ménage. I found the book interesting, and think that it would be perfect for lovers of fantasy romantica.


Reviewed by: Jean