She's not a killer. She just writes that way. This was it. Victorine had finally gone from a thriller author to a complete mental case. Her characters always spoke to her, but not while literally standing in her apartment. She didn’t know how her heartthrob hero materialized in real life, but he needed to stop distracting her so she could focus on killing his girlfriend and finishing her novel. But maybe an impromptu road trip with her hunky neighbor Charles would sort her out. He was a therapist, after all. But what was more dangerous than a rogue fictional man? A real one. Start reading today.