A Warm, Corny Charm with Mythic Heat
Stephany Simmons delivers a sweet, steamy escape in The Satyr Next Door — a short monster romance that’s utterly charming, just a little corny, and a whole lot of fun. It’s not perfect, but it gives exactly what it promises: a taste of magic, desire, and second chances, wrapped in myth and moments that will make you smile.
Bella is forty, divorced, raising two kids, and more than a little convinced that the punchlines of her life are done. Then along comes her neighbor: Cal, the satyr with golden curls, a mischievous grin, horns, and a flair for dramatic gestures (figs on the balcony? poetry that makes you blush? yes, please). Suddenly her ordinary routine — spaghetti with jarred sauce, school buses, laundry — feels rather dull in comparison.
What I loved: Simmons balances the supernatural with the everyday in a way that keeps things grounded even when the romance and myth get wild. Bella’s doubts feel real. Cal’s worshipful attention is over‑the‑top, yet somehow believable within the story’s playful logic. The satyr trope is handled with both heat and tenderness; his gestures might be corny (offering figs? classic!) but they’re also surprisingly sweet and heartfelt.
The pacing is brisk (as a “quickie” should be), which is both its strength and its weakness. Because it’s short, some character background or conflict depth is skimmed over; I craved just a little more of Bella’s internal struggle, more of Cal’s beyond‑horns intensity. But given the length, there’s enough texture to care, especially once the romance kicks in.
Also adorable: how Simmons writes motherhood, responsibilities, and vulnerability. The ways Bella cares for her children, worries about her future, juggles routine — it adds real stakes to her wanting more than just safety. When Cal steps in, it feels like more than fantasy: it feels like the possibility of being seen, of reclaiming joy.