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Er beobachtet mich jede Nacht, schleicht sich durch mein Wohnzimmerfenster und lässt mir das Blut gefrieren. Aber sobald er mich berührt, erwacht mein ganzer Körper, jede Faser schreit nach ihm. Er ist krank, besessen von dieser verdrehten Verliebtheit, süchtig nach seinen psychotischen Spielchen. Aber vielleicht bin ich genauso krank wie er. Denn ob ich es will oder nicht – ich bin süchtig nach meinem Stalker.

After spending the vast majority of my life lonely, I came to this town to find answers about my mother, and instead, stumbled upon a secret society full of monsters I never knew existed outside of dark tales. Now I've built a sanctuary, gotten in the middle of an ages-old feud between various monster factions, and somehow ended up with an ancient, queen-like tyrant targeting me, because my life sucks sometimes. For now, hoping for the best is all I have. Well, I guess that's a lie too. Hope's not all I have.

Her ex sold her to pay off a gambling debt... And now her body belongs to Nashville's hottest heartthrob - the rebellious guitarist Seb Jefferson. Angie hates celebrities. She would never relent to a sin-soaked playboy like him. Nothing will change her mind... Not his flawlessly chiseled body. Not his skills with his tongue... And especially not his money.

The Princes of Carnage were my enemies once. But from the ashes of the lies and betrayal between us, something else grew. Something that has roots so deep they go all the way down to my soul. And now the dark figure who’s been toying with my life from the shadows is threatening to destroy that. But I won’t let him. I’ll get Atlas back in one piece. Even if I have to give up everything to do it.

“What’s yours is mine…” Those are the words I spit like poison at Nico, Killian, and Atlas as we stood in front of their burning clubhouse. They’re the same words he said to me after Silas dropped the bombshell none of us saw coming: that I’m valuable somehow. I have no idea what Silas was talking about, but it doesn’t matter. My husband and the two dark-souled bikers I was starting to fall for have vowed that I’m going to pay for what I took from them—in blood, if it comes to that.