Steam: 3/5 (2 for se%ual tension and 1 for full on steamy scenes—if you’re here for smut you might be disappointed because the story is primarily centered around build up of se%ual tension which I personally was okay with.) Her coven, staunch in their belief that Alienor's claims stem from a disrupted slumber rather than veracity, begin to question both her sanity and her ability to wield her magical prowess. Consequently, the contemplation of stripping her of these gifts gains momentum, casting a shadow over her once steadfast standing within the coven. Overview: I write dark contemporary and paranormal romance featuring villains, monsters, morally grey heroes, and the women who make them feral.

The tension in the air is similar to the anticipation before a lightning strike. My nostrils fill with the scent of ozone, a sign of powerful magic. Another special mention to the second love interest of our FMC , who portrayed oh so well all the real men who dont take no for an answer 😂 Part of me wants to stay in bed all morning and lose myself in my dreams because then I can avoid the awaiting nightmare. The other part just wants to open my eyes and prove myself wrong. She beams at me with a dazzling smile that makes her look a decade younger. “Never better. Now, invite me in, so I can fix the damage.”

Call him a lunatic, call him crazy. He doesn’t care, hell! He doesn’t even have attachments to anything. That’s something! I always knew my husband was shady. But drugging me and selling me in an auction to the highest bidder was dirty, even for him. Definitely better than expected! Have read a few of this authors shorts, so I already knew what to expect-ish when it came to her writing.

All the lights are off, with moonlight streaming in through the skylight and illuminating the dust motes.

I am enthralled by the insightful elucidations regarding the contrasting realms of fae and witch magic, which intricately explore their distinct attributes and intricacies. I’m not even sure how the cottage even caught fire. Tiny tendrils of smoke rise from the rubble, only to get caught in the invisible barrier above the garden. Breed for the Beast: Breeding for a beast was not the fairy tale, happily ever after ending I had in mind… It worked for a while until the Boogie Man found a way to evade their spells. Now, I’ve got to convince them to strengthen that enchantment because my magic is only good for lighting candles or charging up the motor of my vibrating rose.

I swing my legs out of bed and walk to the window. Every movement is like a paper cut across my nerves. Even my scars sting and make me hiss through my teeth. He watched as his dad try to call the police, he shot him on the head, it was quite funny to watch as blood drips from the side of his head See, Lugh Conmac is the most violent, brutal monster the Irish mafia has to offer—and he wants me to give him two sons. In exchange, I’ll earn my freedom. To say I enjoyed this read would be a bit of an understatement, it is now firmly within my read over and over list.

You can expect a lot of "kinda" tentacle play, good ( and funny ) sex scenes and just a fun time reading this book. Most mornings I wake up to find my bedroom covered in claw marks. He’s even started stealing my underwear. Nice to meet you!” Tubbo slips in his number, “oh, I think you left somethin-“ he turns around to only see Tubbo walking away “..oh, you want to be friends with me.”

PDF / EPUB File Name: Stalked_By_the_Boogie_Man_-_Siggy_Shade.pdf, Stalked_By_the_Boogie_Man_-_Siggy_Shade.epub Grandma must have kept the tendrils within the confines of her wards to keep what I did from the Magical Council.There are several reasons I acted alone: the Boogie Man was more powerful than a necromancer. Nobody believed me when I told them he existed. The only person who could see the Boogie Man ended up dead.