T. L. MacRae is a fairy warrior princess from Fife, Scotland. Told too often that her head was in the clouds, she lost touch with reality somewhere around tea parties and chasing unicorns & faeries. She created realms of her own and lives there instead. She writes unhinged horror, spicy romance, devastating poetry and a little non-fiction. As a survivor she wants to raise awareness of domestic abuse and mental health issues. She believes that writing gives her a voice otherwise silenced by those who benefited from that quiet in the past. Find her on social media @tlmacraeauthor
I’m Glad You Were Watching Me was unhinged, disturbing, and exactly the kind of stalker horror romance it promised to be.
This book absolutely lives up to its trigger warnings, so go in prepared. It is dark, messy, violent, and psychologically intense. That said, the author clearly knew exactly what kind of story they were writing, and that made a huge difference for me. This never felt like shock for no reason. It felt deliberate.
What worked best for me was how fully committed the book was to its characters’ minds. Being inside their thoughts made the reading experience feel even more unsettling, especially because Lola’s damage and vulnerability shape the way she moves through the world. That made the tension stronger and the danger feel more real.
Emry was deeply unsettling, but he was also strangely compelling in a way that fit the story. And once the romance fully became what it was always going to become, it worked for me in a very twisted, very specific way.
The ending also gave me more than I expected. I thought I knew where the book was headed, and while I was right about some of it, the final turn still surprised me and made the whole thing feel even darker and more interesting.
This is not a soft or easy read, but if you like your horror romance truly unhinged and fully committed to the bit, this is worth checking out.
Girl… if you think someone is in your house, PLEASE do not investigate. I have watched enough horror movies to know how this ends.😂 This novella takes stalking, obsession, and dark romance and throws them into a seriously unsettling blender.
Lola starts noticing that something isn’t right. Things feel off. Someone may have been inside her home. Someone is watching her.
And then we get Emery’s perspective…
🚩 Sir. That is not a red flag. That is an entire damn parade.
Emery’s obsession with Lola is disturbing, possessive, manipulative, and completely unhinged and somehow the story manages to make you keep turning the pages because you NEED to know where this twisted relationship is going.
What I really enjoyed was the psychological cat-and-mouse aspect. The story plays with control, obsession, vulnerability, and the question of who is actually in control. Just when you think you’ve figured out the dynamic, the story makes you reconsider it.
It’s dark, uncomfortable, twisted, and definitely not your average romance.
Basically:
Normal romance: “He brought me flowers.” 🌹 This romance: “He was in my house.” 👀 Me: “…and we’re supposed to be WHAT now?” 😂
If you’re into dark romance, psychological horror, stalker stories, morally questionable characters, and relationships that would make your therapist immediately request a vacation, this one is worth checking out.
This was a rather cute book if imma be honest. Yes, there was some heavy topics but… SPOILERS!!!
the fact that two people, mentally unstable and a serial killer psycho could find love, then anyone can. It was a lovely pallet cleanser to some books I have been waiting on. Thank you T. L. !!!
If I could rate this zero stars, I would. This was hands down the worst thing I have ever read... The smut was practically none existent and the dark romance was weeakk. Like what even was this? 💀