HEA Liverpool 2027 TBR

𝓒𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓪 Everyone has a past, but mine is a storm that never stops chasing me. When my life goes up in flames by my own doing, I’m left with an impossible choice: lose everything I’ve built or hide out in a remote cabin with a killer. My plan is to rebuild the vacation home where my family once spent summers, hoping it will distract me from the chaos. But there’s one major complication: my roommate is way too hot. And who is this too-hot roommate? My damn step-uncle. He’s a convicted murderer with a history as dark as my own, and maybe this cabin isn’t the only thing I’m desperate to repair. 𝓡𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓷 Fifteen years behind bars, and freedom tastes no sweeter than my old concrete cell. I figured I’d drink myself into an early grave or wind up back in prison. Then my little step-niece showed up, begging to stay at the place my brother let me live in. She's fixing up the cabin, but I can see it in her eyes that I'm also on the plans for repairs. But I don’t need fixing; I’m not broken, just forgotten. She’s a beautiful fighter with secrets she’s not ready to share. But she’s in a cage with a lion that’s been starved too long, and now that I’m free, I’ve got an appetite that will only be satiated by her.

Everyone has trauma therapy can't fix. Nothing can save me from what I am. Nothing can save... them. I'll always be a... FREAK... just ask Mother. CALL ME FREAK is a dark stalker romance & psychological thriller. He's possessive, jealous and deadly. It's not pretty. It includes themes of abuse, deceit, stalking, seduction, and is dangerously disturbing. Perhaps, you could even say addictive. You've been warned!

My Little Sparrow is all the therapy I need. I've done bad things. I'm a bad guy. But when it comes to her I'll do whatever it takes to keep her safe. To keep her mine. She belongs to me. I know I'll always be a freak. That's who I am. She embraces my crazy. She drives it. She encourages it. She is my crazy!

I never meant to build a life among the dead—but it was the one thing that made sense. The work was quiet, methodical. It gave me space to breathe. To keep things simple. Then Patrick Dalton walked through the door. Warm, charming, gentle, devastatingly perfect. He made my chest ache, even when I tried to keep him at arm’s length. And he made me want more. And for a while, I let myself believe I could have that. But life has a way of shifting itself. And the things we think we’ve buried don’t always stay gone.