A woman lives alone in a haunted house with a tragic past—but it’s the man who watches her from outside every night that terrifies and thrills her most. As lightning flashes and shadows deepen, fear and forbidden desire blur. Is he just a stalker… or something far more dangerous? Something tells her the worst is yet to come.
And I hope I don’t like his favorite foods because if I do, I’ll probably eat off his plate, too. He probably wouldn’t mind. And that softens my heart into a pile of mush. Because somehow a man that wouldn’t care if I ate his food fell in love with me. That’s so fucking cute.…
I’m a damn good actor. I’d never survive in this field of work otherwise. “We would love to watch,” Dan says smoothly, leaning back in his own chair, while one hand snakes under the table. I can’t see what he’s doing from my angle, but I don’t need to in order to know that he’s…
Soon, the agents will lug Dan and anyone else out to be taken down to the station on false charges. They’re false agents to begin with, hired by myself. Luckily, I have a few high-ranking FBI agents in my pocket, which is the only thing that made this night possible. They’ll bring Dan down to…
I stay silent, instead observing the guests seated around me. Everyone looks to be at complete ease, talking amongst each other, laughing, and smiling. As if it’s just another day, sitting at a dinner table and waiting for a young child to be served. There are three exit points in the dining room. One leads…
“No,” I cut in, the response too rushed and snappy to ring true. Daya blinks, an array of emotions in her sage eyes, but she takes pity on me and doesn’t push. “Well, whatever the case, I guess I can’t blame you for not being able to resist him.” She flashes a toothy smile. “He…
“He looks so familiar,” I murmur, studying another picture. They look to be at a party of some sort. The image is in black and white, so I can’t tell the color of the dress, only that it’s a dark shade. Jewels decorate the ends of her sleeves and around the collar of the dress.…
I nod, trusting Daya to figure it out. She’s incredibly intelligent, and her resources on finding out information are astronomical. And then a light bulb goes off in my head. “In those pictures with Gigi, Frank was wearing that watch.” I pick through all the papers scattered across the island until I find the small…
“Of course,” I say breezily. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” “Make sure the men are watching over Addie while I’m gone,” I remind Jay, tightening the tie around my neck. It feels like a goddamn noose, and playing nice with these men tonight is the proverbial bucket being kicked out from beneath my feet.…
She flounders for an answer but comes up short. All she really can do is just stare. “I hope you understand that Addie never really stood a chance. Don’t blame her.” Addie crosses her arms, huffing at me and finally finding her voice. All I had to do was piss her off. “I make my…
I grab the back of her neck and pull her into me. She stumbles, steadying herself with her hands on my chest. Her breathing has escalated, the short little breaths escaping through her puffy, bruised lips. I lean in close, making sure her eyes are locked onto mine as I say, “And the reason I…