I See You: Dark Instalust Stalker Romance

She knew his order by heart. She didn't know he'd been in her bed.Elise Ashby has been making coffee for the same quiet regular for eleven months. Corner table. Black coffee. Exactly twenty percent tip. She's cataloged him the way you catalog furniture-predictable, harmless, easy to ignore.She comes home early on a Thursday and finds him in her apartment.Callum is six-foot-four, former Special Forces, and harmless has never been the right word. He's been inside her apartment fourteen times. He knows her floor plan, her schedule, her shampoo brand, and the sound of the elevator she takes when she's tired. He has a wall of photographs at home and a map of every route she walks and a pillowcase that smells like her-the one she never noticed was swapped.He takes her phone. He locks the door. Then he sits down and tells her everything-every entry, every photograph, every small thing he took and replaced so carefully she never knew-and he is not going to apologize for any of it.There's a landline in the kitchen. Help is one call away.She doesn't call.Because Callum has spent eleven months learning Elise Ashby better than anyone alive. Including the part of her that presses her thighs together when he says her name.For readers who want their obsessive heroes unrepentant and their heroines wide awake.