White Milk Hunger: A Steamy Satyr Monster Romance

She was chosen to keep the satyr's milk flowing-measured, clean, and profitable. He was built to make women lose their minds.Tavian. Horns. Heat. A mouth made for filth. A body made to be worshipped. He comes at Delia like she's his favorite sin-like he can smell the exact second she'll stop being careful.And Delia? Delia is the woman Whitemilk House sends when it needs control. She clamps down harder on the rules. Because if she slips, she might find herself buried on "restorative leave." And Tavian might find himself permanently disappeared.But one taste of Tavian becomes a problem. A second becomes a choice. And once Delia starts using his milk to feel alive-once she starts needing that warmth, that scent, that proof-the rulebook becomes a dangerous lie.Because Whitemilk House doesn't just sell milk. It sells the right to put your mouth on the source.And when Delia finally sees what happens behind the house's locked doors, she's forced to face the truth she's been scrubbing around since their first forced milking: She doesn't just want all of his milk. She wants all of the monster attached to it.

Pages: 541, Paperback, Independently published