I first saw Emily when I was on a job—rifle in hand, target in sight. But it wasn’t the mark who stole my attention. It was her. The girl in the window, lit up by the glow of her kitchen light, completely unaware she’d just become mine.

I’ve been watching her ever since. Her private moments. Her sweet little routines. The way she moans softly when she touches herself, thinking no one can hear. She thinks she’s safe in her apartment, but I see everything.

The men she dated? Gone. I made sure of it. No one touches what’s mine.

I’m not a good man. Ex-Scout Sniper. Contract killer. Predator. But when she looks at me through her window, fear in those gray eyes, I swear I see something else too. Curiosity. Temptation.

And on Halloween night, when she runs, I’ll hunt her. Chase her down. Claim her in the dark. She can call me her stalker. Her monster. Her nightmare in a mask.

But soon, she’ll call me something else.

Mine.

My Masked Stalker is a dark, obsessive romance featuring a possessive ex-military assassin antihero and the innocent woman who becomes his obsession.

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I’ve saved countless lives as a combat medic and EMT. I’ve taken more than a few as a vigilante. Both require steady hands and no hesitation.

When Morgan Cole collapsed at her office Christmas party, everything changed. One touch, and I knew she was different. When I told her, “Good girl, now breathe,” and watched her vitals instantly respond to my command, I was lost.

I only meant to check on her. Make sure she was safe. Now I drive by her house every night. I know her schedule, her friends, her fears. I’ve touched the clothes in her laundry when she isn’t home.

I tell myself I’m protecting her. That’s what I do—eliminate threats and save the innocent. My brothers in arms would say I’ve finally cracked.

No good can come from my obsession. A man like me leaves bloodstains in his wake. But I’ve watched Morgan fight to breathe, seen her pulse jump when I call her “princess,” and now I need her like oxygen.

She thinks I saved her that night. She has no idea I’m still watching. Or what I’ve done to anyone who’s ever hurt someone like her. They call me a hero when I wear my EMT uniform. If they knew what I did in the shadows, they’d call me a monster. Morgan might be the only one who could understand both sides of me.

And God help her—I’m done just watching.

I don’t need to creep down dark alleys to stalk her. I have the internet. I have her passwords. I have everything.

Barbara thinks she knows me—the loudmouthed, cocky brother-in-arms of her best friend’s boyfriend. The one who’s always too much, too boisterous, too inappropriate.

She doesn’t know the other me. The one who lives in the shadows of her devices. I see her through her cameras. Hear her through her mic. Watch her play our favorite game at night, hair in a messy bun, soft little sighs spilling into my headset while she’s convinced I’m just another player, another anonymous stranger online.

She thinks she hates me. But she can’t stay away from me online. And she has no idea the man behind the screen is the same one who watches her move through her apartment like a living fever dream.

I’m not an assassin like Killian. Not a vigilante like Damien. I’m a different kind of predator—one who worms his way past firewalls the same way he worms his way into a life. Barbara doesn’t realize she’s already mine.

But soon, she’ll understand: The shadows she can’t escape aren’t on her walls.

They’re me.

My Masked Shadow is a dark, obsessive romance featuring a brilliant, morally gray ex-military hacker antihero and the stubborn kindergarten teacher–turned–gamer girl who can’t decide if she wants to block him… or beg for more.

Basia Langford. Governor’s daughter. A spoiled socialite playing poor girl, pretending she isn’t in danger.

The threats against her aren’t empty. I’ve seen what men like this do. I’ve buried their victims. That’s why I live by one rule—stay detached. Protect the client. Don’t touch. Don’t feel. Don’t want.

But Basia makes that impossible. She argues. She teases. She tests every limit until I’m seconds from breaking. And when the stalker gets too close, she stops being a job. She becomes my obsession.

She thinks I’m just her security detail. She doesn’t realize I’ve already mapped every inch of her life—every step she takes, every weakness she hides.

I’ll put my body between hers and every threat that breathes. And if I have to cross lines to keep her safe, so be it. Because the moment she stepped into my sights, she stopped being my assignment.

She became my purpose. My temptation. My sin.

Mine.

I run a carnival built on sin.

By day, it’s lights, laughter, and illusion.
By night… we hunt.

Twenty years ago, we escaped the cult that raised us.
Now we hunt the men who made us monsters.

Then she shows up.
Jules.

A journalist digging into the disappearances that follow us from town to town.

She’s here to expose me.
But I want her underneath me.

The closer she gets to the truth, the more dangerous I become.

Because if she uncovers what we really do after dark…

I won’t be able to let her walk away.

I'll make her mine.

And I’ll ruin her for anyone else.

Ringmaster is a dark, obsessive carnival romance featuring a dominant antihero, a heroine who walks straight into danger, and a relationship that toes the line between desire and depravity.

The carnival always has room for sinners.

Silas Vale is many things—illusionist, killer, survivor of the Sanctum of Ash. But he’s done being patient.

The Prophets who destroyed him and his brothers are still out there.

And the next target?

His father.

Enter Nova Calder—a fugitive artist with blood on her hands and sirens on her trail. She crashes into the Seven Sins Carnival like a meteor: reckless, feral, and completely unimpressed by Silas’s carefully controlled world.

But the real problem arrives wearing a badge.

Theodore “Teddy” Coleman, FBI agent and former Secret Service golden boy, is hunting the truth behind the Sanctum of Ash. His investigation leads him straight to the carnival’s traveling doorstep.

And straight to Silas and Nova.

They were supposed to silence him.

Instead… they keep him.

Because breaking a good man might be the most entertaining trick of all.

As the town gets painted red, Teddy will have to decide if he's going to expose the monsters... or join them.

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Illusionist is a dark MMF romance featuring an unhinged illusionist, a runaway escape artist with nothing left to lose, and the federal agent unlucky enough to catch their attention.

I’ve done a lot of bad things. Killing. Stealing. Breaking men who deserved it.

But falling for my dead brother-in-arms’ daughter? That’s the sin that’ll ruin me.

He called me as he bled out—said his girl was in danger and I was the only one he trusted to keep her safe. So I did what any brother would. I brought her into my world. Into my club. Under my roof.

What I didn’t expect was Sasha—wide eyes, soft curves, and a stubborn fire that lights me up from inside. She’s nineteen, untouched by the filth of the road, and she looks at me like I’m not the monster everyone else sees. Every day I fight the urge to touch her. Every night I lose that fight a little more.

Now the men who killed her father are coming for her. The only way to keep her safe is to claim her. Body and soul. No matter who I have to burn to the ground to do it.

I was supposed to protect her. Instead, I’ll destroy her. And God help me, she’ll thank me for it.

Welcome to the Wicked Sinners MC—where loyalty is blood, love is war, and no one rides away clean.

Seventeen years ago, I buried Penny Carpenter in my past.

Back then, she was everything. My first. My only. Mine in every way that mattered.

We were supposed to be forever. Until I chose the life.

The MC wasn’t just a club—it was blood, loyalty… destiny.

And once she got a taste of what that world really was, she left to earn a badge.

I thought I was over her... until she stormed back into our hometown, back into my life.

Seventeen years older. Just as fucking beautiful.

Untouchable in that uniform she wears like armor.

And now she’s digging into shit that should stay six feet under, shit that leads directly to my club.

She stands on one side of the law. I live on the other.

We were never supposed to collide again.

But the second I look at her, I realize the truth I’ve been running from all these years—I never really let her go.

And now that she’s back?

I don’t care what badge she wears… or what it costs me.

This time, I’m not letting her walk away.