Beautiful Stalkers Series by Arden Hart

She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s mine. I first saw Emily when I was on a job—rifle in hand, target in sight. But it wasn’t the mark who stole my attention. It was her. The girl in the window, lit up by the glow of her kitchen light, completely unaware she’d just become mine. I’ve been watching her ever since. Her private moments. Her sweet little routines. The way she moans softly when she touches herself, thinking no one can hear. She thinks she’s safe in her apartment, but I see everything... moreShe doesn’t know it yet, but she’s mine. I first saw Emily when I was on a job—rifle in hand, target in sight. But it wasn’t the mark who stole my attention. It was her. The girl in the window, lit up by the glow of her kitchen light, completely unaware she’d just become mine. I’ve been watching her ever since. Her private moments. Her sweet little routines. The way she moans softly when she touches herself, thinking no one can hear. She thinks she’s safe in her apartment, but I see everything. The men she dated? Gone. I made sure of it. No one touches what’s mine. I’m not a good man. Ex-Scout Sniper. Contract killer. Predator. But when she looks at me through her window, fear in those gray eyes, I swear I see something else too. Curiosity. Temptation. And on Halloween night, when she runs, I’ll hunt her. Chase her down. Claim her in the dark. She can call me her stalker. Her monster. Her nightmare in a mask. But soon, she’ll call me something else. Mine. My Masked Stalker is a dark, obsessive romance featuring a possessive ex-military assassin antihero and the innocent woman who becomes his obsession. less

She calls me her savior. She has no idea what I really am. I’ve saved countless lives as a combat medic and EMT. I’ve taken more than a few as a vigilante. Both require steady hands and no hesitation. When Morgan Cole collapsed at her office Christmas party, everything changed. One touch, and I knew she was different. When I told her, “Good girl, now breathe,” and watched her vitals instantly respond to my command, I was lost. I only meant to check on her. Make sure she was safe... moreShe calls me her savior. She has no idea what I really am. I’ve saved countless lives as a combat medic and EMT. I’ve taken more than a few as a vigilante. Both require steady hands and no hesitation. When Morgan Cole collapsed at her office Christmas party, everything changed. One touch, and I knew she was different. When I told her, “Good girl, now breathe,” and watched her vitals instantly respond to my command, I was lost. I only meant to check on her. Make sure she was safe. Now I drive by her house every night. I know her schedule, her friends, her fears. I’ve touched the clothes in her laundry when she isn’t home. I tell myself I’m protecting her. That’s what I do—eliminate threats and save the innocent. My brothers in arms would say I’ve finally cracked. No good can come from my obsession. A man like me leaves bloodstains in his wake. But I’ve watched Morgan fight to breathe, seen her pulse jump when I call her “princess,” and now I need her like oxygen. She thinks I saved her that night. She has no idea I’m still watching. Or what I’ve done to anyone who’s ever hurt someone like her. They call me a hero when I wear my EMT uniform. If they knew what I did in the shadows, they’d call me a monster. Morgan might be the only one who could understand both sides of me. And God help her—I’m done just watching. less

I'm in her firewall. She's under my skin. I don’t need to creep down dark alleys to stalk her. I have the internet. I have her passwords. I have everything. Barbara thinks she knows me—the loudmouthed, cocky brother-in-arms of her best friend’s boyfriend. The one who’s always too much, too boisterous, too inappropriate. She doesn’t know the other me. The one who lives in the shadows of her devices. I see her through her cameras. Hear her through her mic... moreI'm in her firewall. She's under my skin. I don’t need to creep down dark alleys to stalk her. I have the internet. I have her passwords. I have everything. Barbara thinks she knows me—the loudmouthed, cocky brother-in-arms of her best friend’s boyfriend. The one who’s always too much, too boisterous, too inappropriate. She doesn’t know the other me. The one who lives in the shadows of her devices. I see her through her cameras. Hear her through her mic. Watch her play our favorite game at night, hair in a messy bun, soft little sighs spilling into my headset while she’s convinced I’m just another player, another anonymous stranger online. She thinks she hates me. But she can’t stay away from me online. And she has no idea the man behind the screen is the same one who watches her move through her apartment like a living fever dream. I’m not an assassin like Killian. Not a vigilante like Damien. I’m a different kind of predator—one who worms his way past firewalls the same way he worms his way into a life. Barbara doesn’t realize she’s already mine. But soon, she’ll understand:. The shadows she can’t escape aren’t on her walls. They’re me. My Masked Shadow is a dark, obsessive romance featuring a brilliant, morally gray ex-military hacker antihero and the stubborn kindergarten teacher–turned–gamer girl who can’t decide if she wants to block him… or beg for more. less

She hired a bodyguard. She doesn’t know who she invited into her life. Basia Langford. Governor’s daughter. A spoiled socialite playing poor girl, pretending she isn’t in danger. The threats against her aren’t empty. I’ve seen what men like this do. I’ve buried their victims. That’s why I live by one rule—stay detached. Protect the client. Don’t touch. Don’t feel. Don’t want. But Basia makes that impossible. She argues. She teases. She tests every limit until I’m seconds from breaking... moreShe hired a bodyguard. She doesn’t know who she invited into her life. Basia Langford. Governor’s daughter. A spoiled socialite playing poor girl, pretending she isn’t in danger. The threats against her aren’t empty. I’ve seen what men like this do. I’ve buried their victims. That’s why I live by one rule—stay detached. Protect the client. Don’t touch. Don’t feel. Don’t want. But Basia makes that impossible. She argues. She teases. She tests every limit until I’m seconds from breaking. And when the stalker gets too close, she stops being a job. She becomes my obsession. She thinks I’m just her security detail. She doesn’t realize I’ve already mapped every inch of her life—. every step she takes, every weakness she hides. I’ll put my body between hers and every threat that breathes. And if I have to cross lines to keep her safe, so be it. Because the moment she stepped into my sights, she stopped being my assignment. She became my purpose. My temptation. My sin. Mine. less