Atlanta's hottest fantasy just became her most dangerous reality.

By night, thousands of strangers pay to watch Nia "Honey" Marshall move—her lips, her curves, her heat—all from the glow of their screens. She controls the camera. She controls the fantasy. And no man gets close enough to touch the real her.

Until Malik Carter steps out of a storm and into her doorway.

The man who once left her in pieces now stands dripping rain, his eyes darker, his body harder, his voice still the one her pulse remembers. He swears he's changed—no more hustling, no more street deals—just a man trying to build something real.

But Malik's return is gasoline on a fire Nia's worked years to keep contained. He hates the thought of other men watching her. She hates the way his touch makes her forget every rule she's made to survive.

Then the messages start.
Too personal. Too precise.
Someone out there isn't just watching—he's hunting. He knows her real name. Her real address. And exactly what she looks like when she's afraid.

Now, Nia has to decide if Malik is the one man who can save her...
...or the next man who'll break her.

From the neon-lit streets of Atlanta comes a searing, pulse-pounding romance about second chances, dangerous desire, and the line between love and obsession.