Stalk You
One night.
Two masks.
An agreement not to exchange numbers.
Zee
I don't comment on masked men's videos. I watch and want, but I keep my mouth shut, because girls like me don't get the fantasy, we get the cardigan, the cubicle, and a boss who can't remember our name.
Then one night at a party, a stranger in a mask bought me a drink, made me laugh, and ruined me against a bathroom wall. When I left, I gave him a fake name and told myself it wasn't real.
Now there's a tattoo artist who touches me like he already knows where I'm soft. An insurance claim that smells like a lie. A masked man in my DMs who says things that keep me up at night.
Three men.
And the one I can't stop thinking about is the one I'll never see again.
Quinn
She left one comment on my page. One. And I knew…. She is the girl from the bathroom. The one I'd spent months hunting. Six hours later and I have a notebook filled with everything about her.
She thinks the woman from that party was forgettable. She's wrong and I built three doors into her life to prove it.
She dreams about the bathroom stranger. She's falling for the tattoo artist. She's blushing at the masked guy in her DMs.
They're all me.
And when she figures it out, I'll be ready.
She can run. I know how to find her.
I've done it before and I'll keep doing it until she retires her runners and puts her boots back on.
Stalk You is a dark stalker romcom with a morally bankrupt hero, a heroine who gives as good as she gets, high heat, and an HEA. Book One of the It's Giving Stalker trilogy.
Check the content warnings, then lock your doors. Not that it'll help... You like the chase, don't you?