My Husband Is Dead, but Four Men Claimed My Bed

I was a young widow trying to survive the winter alone when three men suddenly started fighting over my bed. One was the Wolf King hiding as my dumb yellow dog. One was a merman I had raised as a little blue fish. The last was a jealous tree spirit who had watched me marry another man for years. Just when I thought three possessive monsters were already too much, someone knocked on my door. “Honey, I’m home.” It was my dead husband.