Spicy Holiday Series by Layla Fae

My neighbor believes in Christmas magic. That’s because someone takes out her trash, does her dishes and laundry, clears snow from her driveway, and puts up Christmas decorations in her house.She has no idea it’s me, her stalker neighbor, who watches her every move. Seeing only the good around her, she fails to notice I also steal her panties and curtains. She doesn’t know I’m in her bedroom every night.What I do is for her protection as much as for my pleasure... moreMy neighbor believes in Christmas magic. That’s because someone takes out her trash, does her dishes and laundry, clears snow from her driveway, and puts up Christmas decorations in her house.She has no idea it’s me, her stalker neighbor, who watches her every move. Seeing only the good around her, she fails to notice I also steal her panties and curtains. She doesn’t know I’m in her bedroom every night.What I do is for her protection as much as for my pleasure. Emma loves to help, often bringing sick or lost animals into her home. She takes on way too much, sometimes forgetting to care for her own needs. I make sure she has food on her table, gas in her tank, and a safe, salted driveway.It works out perfectly until she decides to make me her next pet project. I can’t risk being discovered, and even though I want nothing more than to be with her, it’s impossible. War trauma has left me unable to speak unless I wear a mask.I know for a fact someone as innocent as her will never accept my creepy ways. Nothing, not even the magic of Christmas, will bring us together.Even though I secretly wish it would.This is a spicy Christmas novella involving stalking, masks, and toe-curling romance. If you find OTT protective ex-military stalkers hot, this book is for you! less

Police sirens ring louder while blood drips from my hands. I must hide, but it’s Christmas Eve, and all houses shine with colorful lights.All but one.Too late do I realize the house is not empty. A woman lives here alone, hidden in the dark and playing a game. I don’t kill innocents. It’s my only rule.The woman doesn’t scream or try to call the police. Her big, green eyes take me in with curiosity, and not even the blood on my gloves makes her flinch. She sees me at my worst—and she doesn’t run... morePolice sirens ring louder while blood drips from my hands. I must hide, but it’s Christmas Eve, and all houses shine with colorful lights.All but one.Too late do I realize the house is not empty. A woman lives here alone, hidden in the dark and playing a game. I don’t kill innocents. It’s my only rule.The woman doesn’t scream or try to call the police. Her big, green eyes take me in with curiosity, and not even the blood on my gloves makes her flinch. She sees me at my worst—and she doesn’t run.“I’ve always wanted to meet a murderer,” she says. “Want some eggnog?”This is a spicy Christmas novella involving a serial killer, a shut-in gamer, and toe-curling romance. Careful, it’s hot! less