What do you do when the dangerously hot man who's been stalking you turns out to be an actual ancient Greek God? Once, I ruled time itself. Now, exiled from the godly realm and stripped partly of my powers, I—Kronos—now living as Kane Ronso—rule the elite of Luxembourg with three an empire of luxury watches, a high-end bar, and a secret obsession that devours me alive. Nora Wolff. A mortal, untouchable, and she doesn’t know she’s mine. Not yet, but I'm watching her. I erase men who touch her, and bend what fragments of time I have left to keep my little goddess close. She has no idea that the handsome Chronos Lux owner who’s lurking at the edges of her life is a fallen god with a taste for blood and an addiction to her. When grief shatters her world and leaves Nora reeling and vulnerable, I step closer, setting traps of silk and steel to weave her into my world. First, her vile boss disappears. Then I offer her salvation, and let her work for me at Evermore. Let her live under my gaze, tethered tighter with every breath she takes. She calls it fate. I call it ownership. But the gods never forget, and when they come to collect, I’ll tear realms apart before I ever let her go. I can manipulate time. I can crush Gods and Titans, but I can never, ever let her go. She thinks she’s free. She thinks she chose me, but from the moment I saw her, Nora was caught in my obsession... and in the end, not even time can save her from me. She’s already in too deep and might just fall for the stalker God anyway because she always liked her books dark, and her men darker. To her, romance isn’t dead; it just has a God complex now. KRONOLOGICAL OBSESSION is a sinful dark romance featuring a dangerously possessive exiled Greek God and a delicate mortal heroine. It’s full of twisted devotion, deadly passion, mythological intrigue, lots of banter, spice, body lotion with questionable ingredients, and a shirtless God with daddy issues to add the right sprinkle of “WTF” energy. Kane Time bends to my will, and so will she. She thinks she’s free. That her heart, her body, and her mind are her own. But every second she breathes, every heartbeat, I’m there. Watching and waiting, because I don’t chase. I own. And Nora? She was mine the moment I laid eyes on her. My time. My rules. My little goddess. Nora I went to get my father’s watch fixed. not to catch the eye of Kane Ronso. The man is a walking sin. He’s intense, and so devilishly gorgeous that time itself seems to hold its breath around him. I should have run when I could. Instead, I let myself get sucked into his orbit. Now I’m stuck in a dangerous game where the rules keep changing, and Kane always wins. I’m a slave to time and his touch.