Gothikana meets Dexter in this sinfully delicious dark romance about a horror-obsessed film student who's secretly tracking the murders of a serial killer--unaware he's also her brooding professor.
There's a serial killer prowling the city, and no one has noticed... Except for me. I see the connections between his kills-- The artistic references, The careful curation of the scene, The macabre motifs that turn violence into vivid works of art. When I recreate one of his murders for my film project at Cresswell University, I unknowingly present it to the very man who committed the crime. Professor Maddox Shaw. A world-renowned artist struggling to recapture his muse. A serial killer caught deep in the web of a dangerous secret society. A man who makes me come alive. Sleeping with your professor is bad enough. Sleeping with a serial killer is just asking for trouble. When trouble finds me, it's not Maddox, but the powerful people pulling his strings. There's no line they won't cross to keep their secrets safe. And there's no line Maddox won't cross to keep me. After all, he's good at killing people.
From an early age, romance author Avina St. Graves spent her days imagining fantasy worlds and dreamy fictional men, which spurred on her introverted tendencies. In all her day dreaming, there seemed to be a reoccurring theme of morally grey female characters, love interests who belonged in prison, and unnecessary trauma and bloodshed.
When she isn't reading, writing, doom scrolling, or figuring out how to make red flags look green, you can find her holed up in bed, combating the three Ps: back pain, neck pain, and knee pain.