Pretty Little Justice

With wicked humor and steamy slow-burn tension, this serial killer dark rom-com will have you questioning your every moral.

As a tarot card reader, Willow Vale knows the truth cuts like a knife. But when predatory men bury the truth to cover their crimes? Real knives cut, too. Sure, killing abusers might be a twisted form of therapy, but she’s clean, she’s efficient, and she never gets caught.

Until the night she does.

Saint Shade is the masked magician-slash-acrobat lighting up Las Vegas and every woman’s social feed. His hidden identity may have his followers in a chokehold, but covering his face isn’t just a marketing stunt—it’s a matter of life or death.

Neither of them expects their meet-cute to involve him walking in on her committing murder. Or her seeing his face while she does it.

Now it’s mutual blackmail, and the stakes couldn’t be higher—her body count, his identity. One word from either of them could end it all. So why does it feel so right when Shade offers to help with Willow’s next target?

It’s a love story written in bleach, blood, and bad decisions. And it might be the end of them both.