The Vigilante's Obsession: A Dark Stalker BWWM Romance

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Summary

He's been watching her from the shadows. She's about to find out why. Community organizer Essence Haskins has made powerful enemies cleaning up the streets of Goldcrest. When death threats escalate to real violence, she discovers someone has been eliminating her problems before they can touch her. Someone dangerous. Someone obsessed. Someone who's been tracking her every move. Beau Antonov is a political fixer who destroys secrets for the elite. But when he sees Essence fighting for justice with fire in her eyes, she becomes his only mission—and his darkest obsession. He knows her schedule. He's learned her habits. He's been watching, waiting, protecting from the shadows. Now her enemies are disappearing one by one, and Essence is caught between the devil she knows and the stalker she doesn't. When obsession wears the mask of protection, how do you tell the difference between salvation and possession? He'll kill to keep her safe. She'll burn to make him hers. A dark standalone romance featuring a stalker anti-hero, forbidden obsession, and explosive chemistry. HEA guaranteed.

Status
Excerpt
Chapters
1
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
18+

Excerpt

A lazy smile tugs at his lips. “When was the last time you really had a man take good care of you?”

My stomach tightens, and something low in my body stirs. My thighs press together again before I even realize it.

“Umm…” My mind scrambles for a response.

“Don’t be shy.” His grip on my waist shifts, just enough for me to feel him against me. “We’re both adults, and you do a lot for the community. I’d like to do something for you.”

My panties dampen and my nipples press against my bra. “You really want to know.”

“Yes…” He leans in, his breath warm against my cheek. “Humor me.”

I exhale slowly. “It’s been two years.”

His lips part slightly, his gaze flicking down to my mouth before locking onto my eyes again.

“And… how’s that going for you?”

“Not great…” The words slip out before I can stop them, and warmth flashes between my thighs.

His touch slides lower, possessive without rushing. He leans in, his breath hot at my ear.

A slow throb spreads through my core, and I part my lips.

“Well, listen…” His breath is warm. “I can change that for you.”

I don’t move, but my pulse jumps. “I’m upstairs in the penthouse suite.” His voice is low, intimate. “If you want to be taken care of… join me.”

My breath hitches at the way he says it.

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