Stalked by the Boogie Man

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Nobody believes he exists—not even my coven, who think I’m crazy. When the other witches threaten to bind my magic, I set up a hidden camera. 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. 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. More sunlight than usual shines through my eyelids, adding to my suspicions. From the warmth on my face, he’s shredded the curtains.

Overview: I write dark contemporary and paranormal romance featuring villains, monsters, morally grey heroes, and the women who make them feral.This monster is under a curse and wants to kill our FMC, but the curse makes him attracted to her in other ways too..😉

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.)

I have no idea why the Boogie Man has made me his target. No amount of procrastination can delay the inevitable. I’ve got to see for myself how much he’s destroyed.

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 😂 Memories flood to the forefront of my mind from what happened after I awoke in bed with the Boogie Man and decided to perform the banishment spell. Call him a lunatic, call him crazy. He doesn’t care, hell! He doesn’t even have attachments to anything. That’s something!

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The family placed a protective barrier over my cottage to keep out magical beings. It was their way of putting my mind at ease and proving that no one was coming inside. You can expect a lot of "kinda" tentacle play, good ( and funny ) sex scenes and just a fun time reading this book. PDF / EPUB File Name: Stalked_By_the_Boogie_Man_-_Siggy_Shade.pdf, Stalked_By_the_Boogie_Man_-_Siggy_Shade.epub All the lights are off, with moonlight streaming in through the skylight and illuminating the dust motes. Okay so, I love Siggy Shade with my whole heart, but at 90% I not only DNF—I could not finish…I’ve been cringing since around 60%…I tried! I tend to read the ending when I really like a book just to make sure I want to keep reading. The ending was okay so I tried to get through the remaining 80% of the book, but I found myself skimming over the last 20% before stopping because it just got worse and worse. I tried REALLY hard to love this book. What’s there not to love? It has witches, fae, a sweet heroine who calms a “gentle” giant of a man, a man who would burn down the world just for her etc etc. Don’t get me wrong! The first half was great! The story and the world building was beautiful. The FMC was an absolute treat. She is very sweet and kind. The MMC is a true gentleman when he’s not absolutely out of his mind. The last half however took a really weird turn. I could do with the chamomile fields scene—that was weird but not over the top, but then it just got worse and worse from there…I already hated Alienor’s family for being ridiculously emotionally abusive from start to finish, grandma and Aggie’s secret, the revelation of what funds the apothecary with the battle scene to their first time together physically I couldn’t do it—I couldn’t stop cringing. I guess the words “spunk” and “d!ldoifying” turned my on buttons off the more they were thrown around the book…that and the over the top fight scene. Idk.

Grandma must have kept the tendrils within the confines of her wards to keep what I did from the Magical Council.

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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. 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.