Author Note: If you’re not interested in spicy reads, please skip this one.
Why did I write Sexy Spooky Season?
Because I read a few certain books out of curiosity books and wanted to take the masked MMC trope and make it less creepy. No st@lking the FMC outside park grounds, no m^rdering people, no force, no k!dnaping, no ignoring the FMC when she says “no” or ““stop.” Basically, I wanted to take away all the scary (problematic) things and keep all the sexy things about a masked man who doesn’t speak.
Blurb:
All Horrors’ Eve is where the book girlies flock and masked men come out to play.
Lark is one of them, lurking in the shadows. Working as a scare actor means he doesn’t have to talk, which is fortunate because he has vocal cord paralysis. That doesn’t stop him from stalking and teasing the guests in silence. He’s never wanted more than the occasional hook up until the night he spots a beautiful woman with a scar across her throat. Even when he gets a taste, he craves more. But will Sutton accept him—voiceless and all?
Sutton didn’t anticipate meeting a h0rny man in a pumpkin mask at a Halloween theme park. Nor did she think she’d do the deliciously naughty things she’s done with him. In public no less. But now she’s hooked. She feels safe revealing all of herself to him—from the chaotic joker she portrays at her adult haunted house to the stories behind her scars. The only problem is Lark continues to hide. Will he ever let her see the man behind the mask?
Speaking Disability
ASL
Service Dog
Chaotic Female Joker
Adult Haunted House
Scarred FMC
Self-Harm (past, mentioned)
Scare Actors
Opening Paragraph:
Through the eyeholes of his mask, Lark saw her, and everything crystalized in that beautiful and startling moment. She was stunning, with black hair that feathered like raven’s wings and brushed her pale shoulders. Those feathery strands of ebony hair skimmed against her neck, and that was how he noticed the scar that stretched from one side of her neck to the other, just above her collarbone. His entire body tensed at the sight of the pale pink line—so pretty, so mysterious. There was a story there that he yearned to know.
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