Come Dance With the Witchwood Boys by C.M. Stunich
The Witchwood Boys 2
I accidentally married three witch stalkers.
I accidentally married three witch stalkers.
They’ve escaped perpetual hell, courtesy of yours truly.
They’ve also gone viral with their annoying thirst trap asses in leather.
#theWitchwoodBoys
Fine. The power of magic is worth the price.
Though getting trapped in those woods again is always a possibility.
We’ll have to seal the gate with a little … group participation.
We’ll need to utilize a sex-based resurrection spell.
I can confirm: the Hag Wytch does eat people while they’re still alive and screaming—even if that person is your lover.
I still need help. Will pay in pumpkin bread.
Come Dance with the Witchwood Boys is a reverse harem/why choose romance (meaning one woman with three men). It’s an urban fantasy with a ton of spicy scenes, and a dash of Brothers Grimm fairy tale. Inside, you’ll find invisibility spells, sexy chess games, and inappropriate broom scenes. All characters are 22 or older.
C.M. Stunich
C.M. Stunich is a self-admitted bibliophile with a love for exotic teas and a whole host of characters who live full time inside the strange, swirling vortex of her thoughts. Some folks might call this crazy, but Caitlin Morgan doesn’t mind – especially considering she has to write biographies in the third person. Oh, and half the host of characters in her head are searing hot bad boys with dirty mouths and skillful hands (among other things). If being crazy means hanging out with them everyday, C.M. has decided to have herself committed.
She hates tapioca pudding, loves to binge on cheesy horror movies, and is a slave to many cats. When she’s not vacuuming fur off of her couch, C.M. can be found with her nose buried in a book or her eyes glued to a computer screen. She’s the author of over thirty novels – romance, new adult, fantasy, and young adult included. Please, come and join her inside her crazy. There’s a heck of a lot to do there.
Oh, and Caitlin loves to chat (incessantly), so feel free to e-mail her, send her a Facebook message, or put up smoke signals. She’s already looking forward to it.
Stalk me, please!
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