Ghosts? Not my thing. Give me creaking pipes, shaky floorboards, and a glass of Famous Grouse poured like I mean it.
After six years chasing the paranormal, I’ve yet to see a Grinch leap from a wardrobe. It’s always a draft. Or a raccoon. Always something with a logical explanation.
Until Scotland.
The Lochside Inn is a crumbling, rain-soaked nightmare where the bathroom screams and the bed rocks in the middle of the night. I’m here to find the leak, write the report, and get the hell back to Miami to buy my motorcycle.
I thought I was alone when I peeled off my leather pants. I thought the door creaked because of old hinges while I was... distracting myself in the tub to Lana Del Rey.
I was wrong.
Something seven feet tall is watching me from the shadows. Something ancient, hungry, and obsessed with my red lace underwear. Endru isn't a "draft." He’s a mountain of supernatural muscle who hasn’t felt anything this warm and alive in a millennium.
And he’s not the only one hiding in the walls. Between a vampire who walks into walls and a "cat" that definitely isn't a cat, I’m starting to realize:
I came here to find a leak. Now, the monsters are the ones hunting me.
TROPES:
After six years chasing the paranormal, I’ve yet to see a Grinch leap from a wardrobe. It’s always a draft. Or a raccoon. Always something with a logical explanation.
Until Scotland.
The Lochside Inn is a crumbling, rain-soaked nightmare where the bathroom screams and the bed rocks in the middle of the night. I’m here to find the leak, write the report, and get the hell back to Miami to buy my motorcycle.
I thought I was alone when I peeled off my leather pants. I thought the door creaked because of old hinges while I was... distracting myself in the tub to Lana Del Rey.
I was wrong.
Something seven feet tall is watching me from the shadows. Something ancient, hungry, and obsessed with my red lace underwear. Endru isn't a "draft." He’s a mountain of supernatural muscle who hasn’t felt anything this warm and alive in a millennium.
And he’s not the only one hiding in the walls. Between a vampire who walks into walls and a "cat" that definitely isn't a cat, I’m starting to realize:
I came here to find a leak. Now, the monsters are the ones hunting me.
TROPES:
- 18+ spicy scenes
Monster romance
Size difference
Forced proximity
Stalker vibes
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