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Wren Ashford writes about dangerous men for a living. Stalkers, obsessives, men who love too hard and too dark and don't know how to stop.
Then fiction comes for her.
When her grandmother dies and leaves her the sprawling gothic Blackmore estate, Wren moves in alone. Four weeks later, she notices him - the figure standing by the treeline outside her window every night, watching. Scared for her life, she files a report. Then another. Then another.
They all go missing. Every single one.
But the one thing she never saw coming? Her stalker is not a man.
Rhea runs an underground organization that hunts predators - rapists, traffickers, corrupt officials whose wealth and connections bought them freedom from a justice system that was never built to touch them. She is emotionless, terrifying. She kills without flinching and sleeps just fine afterwards.
Then Wren comes into the picture.
She tells herself watching her is purely practical. Business. Nothing more.
She is lying.
So what happens when the woman who writes obsessive love finally becomes someone's obsession?
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This book contains graphic violence, torture, stalking, obsessive and possessive behind, physical abuse, mention of r*pe and child abuse, strong language, nudity and explicit content. Read at your own risk.
You've been warned. Respectfully.