Every Samhain, Lola leaves milk and star-shaped biscuits on her terrace for creatures she doesn't believe in. She's forty-nine, divorced, invisible to the world - and she's made peace with that. Until the night three ancient leprechauns cross her threshold and refuse to let her be invisible anymore. Thorne is all authority and wild honey. Finn is tender, shy, and far bolder than he looks. Bram is 754 years old and still the youngest of the three - all sweetness, warmth, and an inexhaustible need to be held.
They didn't come for gold. They came because she called them. And now they intend to stay. When Little Men Come Calling is an explicit paranormal erotic short story featuring a mature woman, three ancient creatures of Irish folklore, consensual power dynamics, and a tenderness that bites.
Every Samhain, Lola leaves milk and star-shaped biscuits on her terrace for creatures she doesn't believe in. She's forty-nine, divorced, invisible to the world - and she's made peace with that. Until the night three ancient leprechauns cross her threshold and refuse to let her be invisible anymore. Thorne is all authority and wild honey. Finn is tender, shy, and far bolder than he looks. Bram is 754 years old and still the youngest of the three - all sweetness, warmth, and an inexhaustible need to be held.
They didn't come for gold. They came because she called them. And now they intend to stay. When Little Men Come Calling is an explicit paranormal erotic short story featuring a mature woman, three ancient creatures of Irish folklore, consensual power dynamics, and a tenderness that bites.