Her Alien Angel by Michele Mills

A winged, fire-breathing infant cries from within the soft basket left upon my porch.

Wow.
Why was this tiny baby placed on the doorstep of the only human female on Salo for miles? I’ll never know. Babies are completely foreign to me. But I can’t find any next of kin for this adorable infant, so I do my best to feed and care for her as if she were my own.
And soon I hear whispered footsteps and feel the faint brush of white feathers from something much larger and muscular with its own wings and black tail that silently enters my home. And then one day I fully see him—the baby’s father. My breath catches in my throat as this shockingly handsome angel wraps his wings around me.
Each night I eagerly share my bed with him. My fingers map every inch of his hot-blooded, red-skinned body. And each morning I awake to find him gone.
And I wonder—why did this magnificent Hyrrokin male leave his baby with me? And what will I do if he eventually leaves, and takes his daughter with him?