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Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 54899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)

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She fell for her professor, and he broke her heart…
Karolina is my entire life, but I might’ve lost her forever.

I thought I could be a good man; I wanted to be worthy of her.
She was never supposed to discover my real identity.
She was never meant to find out that I’m her stalker.
But I wasn’t the only one stalking her.
Ghosts from my past have come back to haunt me, and they’ve identified my greatest weakness: her.
I’ll do whatever it takes to keep Karolina safely with me, even if that means caging her forever

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KAROLINA

Strong arms cage me from behind, and a cold blade nips at my throat. My assailant could open my neck and end my life with one cruel swipe of his hand.

Pure terror thrums through my veins, and my precious lifeblood pounds in my ears. The world goes fuzzy around the edges. All I can see is Rand’s face—pale and drawn tight with his own fear.

My mind spins. I don’t understand what’s happening.

One second, I was running in horror from Bones. Rand. The man who’s been lying to me with every breath for years.

Then the black-clad man grabbed me and threatened me with a knife.

He says something, his breath hot on my vulnerable artery. I think it’s Russian. I have no idea what he’s saying, but the pure menace in his gravelly tone conveys the mortal danger I’m in.

Rand’s entire body coils tight with barely leashed aggression, his dark eyes riveted on the razor-sharp knife.

He’s still naked from our explosive sex only minutes ago.

And so am I.

My attacker’s hands grasp my bare flesh, fingers pressing hard enough to imprint bruises.

The awful scene layers over visceral memories of another night when I was sexually threatened: when Carter tried to violate me in the ruined stables at our foster home.

My breaths saw in and out of my lungs, but despite the burning in my chest, my blood goes cold. I access a purely feral, animal part of my brain.

Survive.

In the years since I fled my foster home, I’ve learned how to defend myself.

My assailant could cut me open in a heartbeat, but I’m oblivious to the risk. I have to act now, or my fate is sealed. He’s already pushed me into the river in an attempt to drown me. He won’t hesitate to kill me.

I kick back and bring my heel down hard on the top of his foot. It doesn’t inflict much damage through his boot, but my simultaneous, vicious elbow to his gut causes him to grunt in pain.

The knife breaks contact with my neck for a moment.

Rand shouts my name. I drop to the floor with all my weight, and my attacker’s grip on me sags.

A primal snarl echoes off the walls, and Rand slams into my captor, driving him away from me. The back of the man’s head cracks against the plaster, stunning him.

Rand doesn’t give him a moment to gather his wits. Two massive hands bracket the man’s skull. He twists. Bones crunch.

The dead man drops to the hardwood floor. He stares at me blankly.

Carter’s lifeless eyes flash over my vision, blurring with my current reality.

Masculine hands reach for me. I shriek and scramble back.

“Karolina…” Bones’ voice is rough with anguish.

No. Not Bones.

Rand.

He’s both men. They’re both him.

“Stay away from me!” I throw up a shaky hand between us, as though that will be enough to ward off the beast of a man who’s been deceiving me all this time.

How did I not see it before? His huge, muscular body had been obvious even when completely concealed by his black clothing as Bones. Rand has the same physique.

In our intimate moments, I even fleetingly compared my stern professor to my domineering masked man in my mind.

“Don’t be afraid,” he begs.

His voice is less gravelly, but he doesn’t have an English accent.

Because it’s fake. I always thought he sounded weirdly American.

My thoughts tangle, muddled in the aftermath of the adrenaline rush. Nothing makes sense.

My gaze is inexorably drawn back to my dead stalker. His eyes are blank. Lifeless.

Just like Carter’s…

Rand’s hulking body blocks the macabre view, and his dark eyes fill my world.

“You’re safe now,” he rumbles. “He can’t touch you ever again.”

“I’m not safe,” I whisper. “I’m alone here with you.”

He reels back as though my words are a sucker punch. “I would never hurt you.”

I shake my head and scoot back farther.

“I killed him to protect you.” Rand’s—Bones’—voice is strained. “I would do anything to keep you safe, Karolina.”

“I have no idea what you’re capable of.”

His beautiful face hardens to a grim mask. “He pushed you into the river. He left you that threatening note. He tried to cut your throat just now. I won’t apologize for ending him.”

“I’m not scared of you because you killed my stalker.” I babble the truth without fully thinking through what I’m saying. “I scared because you lied to me. You’ve been lying to me all this time. I just…fucked you.” I stumble over the words, and he flinches. “I trusted you.”

“Ask me anything,” he pleads roughly. “I’ll tell you whatever you want to know. I’m still me. And you’re my Karolina.”

“Don’t say that! I’m not yours! How can I be yours when I don’t even know who you are?”

“You’ve known me for years. Please, give me a chance to explain.”

I shake my head and push to my feet, desperate to get away from the dangerous stranger who just killed to protect me.

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Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)

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I've watched her. Waited for her. Protected her from the shadows.

I've been obsessed with Karolina for years, but she has no idea that I've been stalking her every move.

Any man who dared to try to touch what's mine is dead.

Now, I've finally become the man she'll want, not the monster I've hidden from her.

She only knows me as "Bones", her online masked man.

But it's time for the mask to come off, even if I can never reveal who I really am.

I'll insert myself into her life as her new professor, and she'll finally be mine in every way.

I crave to torment and cherish her.

If she ever tries to run away, there's nowhere on Earth she can hide from me.

Because I know her darkest, most depraved secret: Karolina wants to be hunted

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KAROLINA

Ashadowy form stalks me through the moonlit woods.

I hold my head high, treading carefully so that I won’t trip over fallen branches in the darkness.

He likes scaring me, and I won’t give him the satisfaction of showing fear.

Not yet.

By the time the trees thin and I near the clearing, my pulse is thrumming through my veins. My feet itch with the urge to run from the perceived threat, but I’m not ready to surrender to our twisted game.

I know this is wrong. Perverse.

But I’ve never felt more alive than I do when Brandon chases me. I’ve never felt freer than I do when he captures me in his arms and tackles me to the damp earth.

At the house, our lives are strictly controlled, our emotions cruelly suppressed.

But out here in the woods, we can let the wildest parts of ourselves overtake reason and decorum.

In our stolen moments when Brandon claims a savage kiss, I don’t care that he’s my foster brother.

I step into the clearing, and my eyes take a few seconds to adjust to the wash of moonlight. Animal instincts start to take hold, and the intrinsic sense that I’m prey makes my heart flutter.

I clench my fists to hide the way my hands are shaking and turn to face him.

My stomach drops when Carter, my worst bully, emerges from the trees.

“What are you doing here?” I try to issue a demand, but my voice is too high and thin.

A sick smirk twists his blandly handsome features. “I knew I’d find you out here. You’re breaking curfew. I should tell Shirley.”

I take a step back, physically recoiling at the prospect that our cruel foster mother will punish me for my infraction.

“No, you won’t,” I hiss with more bravado than I feel. “You’re out after curfew too.”

His smirk tilts into a sadistic smile. “Maybe she’ll drown you for real this time.”

My throat constricts, and for a moment, my head is submerged in icy water, my foster mom’s fingernails digging into the back of my skull.

I narrow my eyes. “And what do you think Charlie will do to you if he finds out?”

Our foster dad is as quick and vicious with his fists as Shirley is with her cane.

Carter’s sick smile doesn’t waver. “I won’t tell if you don’t.”

He closes in, and I back away, edging towards the woods.

“Where’s Brandon?” I demand, my eyes searching the shadows frantically for salvation.

Carter’s low laugh coats my pebbled skin like toxic sludge. “Who do you think told me I would find you here? You love being chased down and fucked, don’t you? I thought you were a stuck-up prude.” His grin widens. “But you’re just a filthy little slut.”

“He wouldn’t.” I barely force the words out in an agonized wheeze.

My heart twists, threatening to tear asunder.

Carter spreads his arms, gesturing at the empty clearing—where I’m utterly alone with him.

“Brandon isn’t coming tonight,” he taunts. “You get to suck my cock instead.”

Nausea surges. “I won’t. Stay away from me.”

Even though I’ve engaged in Brandon’s deviant games, we’ve never been together like that. He kisses me with harsh passion and touches me with possessive hands, but he looks at me with reverence, like I’m his own personal miracle.

The quiet, brooding boy who used to glower at me has become my closest confidante, my safe haven in the hell that is our home.

“It’s my turn,” Carter says, moonlight flashing on his dark brown eyes in a mocking glimmer. “Do you think he cares about you? As though Brandon Harcourt has ever given a fuck about anyone.” He barks a laugh. “You really did think you were special, didn’t you?”

“Don’t come any closer,” I warn, my hands curling to fists.

But despite my show of aggression, my heart cracks open in a painful rift.

I’ve been such an idiot. Brandon barely looks at me when we’re at home. And what have we really shared out here in the woods other than stolen kisses and harsh caresses?

I thought he cared.

But I was just deluding myself because I couldn’t bear for my love to be unrequited.

I’ve been alone since my parents died, and I’ve been acting like a foolish girl clinging to scraps of affection.

“This will be our little secret,” Carter drawls. “Well, ours and Brandon’s. Maybe next time, I’ll let him watch. He seems happy to share you.”

Carter takes a single, prowling step toward me. I unstick my feet from the grass, spin on my heel, and sprint into the woods.

His delighted laugh follows me, weaving through the trees to clutch at me—icy claws raking down the back of my neck.

My breath saws in and out of my throat, lungs burning. Fallen leaves and twigs crunch beneath Carter’s shoes behind me, far too close.

A scream tears from me.

“Karolina!” Brandon’s distant bellow draws a sob from my chest.

They’re both hunting me. The boy I love betrayed me.

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