One Man's Obsession: An Addictive Stalker Romance; Men of London Series-Book Two
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One Man's Obsession: An Addictive Stalker Romance; Men of London Series-Book Two
Sale price
$20.99
Regular price $25.99
Laura:
I always thought I knew what I wanted. The grand gesture. The man who shows up with flowers and means it. A love story straight from the pages of the contemporary romances stacked on my shelf.
Alejandro was exactly that.
And then the dark offered me something else entirely, and I discovered, with equal parts horror and recognition, that I had been wanting both all along.
Alejandro:
I kept a notebook. Ninety-nine women I couldn't love. I was beginning to think the hundredth didn't exist.
Then my boss sent me to tutor his daughter, and I understood, with inconvenient certainty, that I was in serious trouble.
She was off-limits. Forbidden. The worst possible idea I'd ever had.
She was also, without question, the love of my life.
The stalker:
I found her before she found herself.
I watched her read about men like me and tell herself it was just fantasy. I watched her convince herself she wanted roses and soft words and a man who asked nicely.
I watched her want me anyway.
Obsession isn't a choice. It's a conclusion. And I had reached mine the moment she walked into the dark and didn't run.
She ran eventually.
I caught her.
I always thought I knew what I wanted. The grand gesture. The man who shows up with flowers and means it. A love story straight from the pages of the contemporary romances stacked on my shelf.
Alejandro was exactly that.
And then the dark offered me something else entirely, and I discovered, with equal parts horror and recognition, that I had been wanting both all along.
Alejandro:
I kept a notebook. Ninety-nine women I couldn't love. I was beginning to think the hundredth didn't exist.
Then my boss sent me to tutor his daughter, and I understood, with inconvenient certainty, that I was in serious trouble.
She was off-limits. Forbidden. The worst possible idea I'd ever had.
She was also, without question, the love of my life.
The stalker:
I found her before she found herself.
I watched her read about men like me and tell herself it was just fantasy. I watched her convince herself she wanted roses and soft words and a man who asked nicely.
I watched her want me anyway.
Obsession isn't a choice. It's a conclusion. And I had reached mine the moment she walked into the dark and didn't run.
She ran eventually.
I caught her.