"Stay out of my way or I'll break you." The warning couldn't be clearer. Zachariah Cameron may have the money of Midas, the face of an Instagram model, and a body that girls crave to touch, but he's also a bona fide psycho. Beating people as a job not because he needs the money (see above) but because he wants to. He likes it. Nobody would be foolish enough to disobey his instructions. Nobody… Except me. Because even though he holds the key to destroy my life, I must cross his path or risk losing my sister. So I'll follow his new rules. I'll obey his sick wishes. I'll bend to his commands. No matter where that leads. He promised to let me go when he's done… but the longer I play his game the less I believe him. Because Zach always gets what he wants and this time? What he wants is me. This is a DARK/BULLY romance and contains graphic violence, mature content, and elements that may be triggering. Please read at your own discretion and check the warning in the preface of the book.

I've always been the bully. Until Caylon makes me the target. This should be my year. I've worked hard to position myself at the top of the McKenzie School hierarchy and I'm not about to let my recent dumping jolt me from my rightful place. But when a chance encounter puts Caylon Mercer in my path, I discover my perceived status is no match for his ruthless pursuit. The more I tell him I don't want him, the harder he tries. The harder he tries, the more damage he causes. It seems inevitable that he'll win... except I'm hiding more than a crush on my pursuer. Truth is, I already have a secret admirer and if Caylon gets on his radar, he'll tear his life apart. This is a DARK/BULLY romance and contains graphic scenes and elements that may be triggering. Please read at your own discretion and check the warning in the preface of the book.

I like to watch. Girls are my favourite on a small screen in my hand or spread wide on the backdrop of my dad's immersive home theatre system, I'm not fussy. Blonde, brunette, redhead, curly, straight, frizzing in the humidity of a hot day. Anything goes. As long as I can click, pause, enlarge, fast-forward, rewind, replay the whole thing over and over again, I'm happy. Except the latest object of my desire is a real girl. Perfume, the whisper of fabric through my fingers, the soft caress of her hair, the taste of her lips. All one hundred percent real. She won't pose for screens. Won't let me record a single frame. Not even a polaroid to tuck in my wallet. I like to watch but the girl who occupies my every waking thought likes to be touched. And the last time I touched a real girl, it didn't end well. This is a DARK romance and contains graphic scenes and elements that may be triggering. Please read at your own discretion and check the warning in the preface of the book.