She hunts monsters. I am one. The only question is, which one of us will break first?
Every serial killer has an MO. Mine is a little more selective. I kill those who aren’t afraid of consequences, whose money and influence put them beyond the law’s reach.
Each person is chosen with purpose, each death earned.
However, my rules mean nothing when someone starts copying my work, twisting it into something grotesque. Bodies begin to pile up, each one more brutalized than the last.
Even worse, the gruesome spectacle attracts the eye of Detective Sawyer. She has a gift of seeing through lies, reading deception the way predators sense weakness. She’s cold. Intelligent.
Impossible to fool.
Working beside her is a dangerous game. She’s falling for the man I’m pretending to be. I’m becoming obsessed with the woman who could one day destroy me.
The copycat is escalating one step at a time. Detective Sawyer’s getting closer and closer to the truth.
And I’m caught between two identities—the killer hiding beneath the surface, and the man who’s terrified he might actually be falling for her, too.
Detective x Serial killer romance Dual POV Slow burn
