I can’t shake the feeling that I’m being watched.
But whenever I look up, it’s never by the person I want. Dale is always distracted, always busy—hardly the stuff of romance. In fact, I’m convinced I have the most unromantic partner alive.
Or so I think.
Because Dale has planned a Valentine’s Day surprise, and when I uncover a trail of clues, I don’t hesitate to follow them. They lead me to a remote cottage he’s booked, and I’m stunned as I read his handwritten instruction to go inside.
Soft music drifts through the air. Mouth-watering scents spill from the kitchen. Rose petals scatter a path from the door, guiding me upstairs to a candlelit bubble bath, a chilled glass of champagne waiting beside it.
But as I undress, unease prickles my skin. I should have checked the cottage before coming up here. I should have made sure I was alone.
Because now I’m not certain this surprise was ever meant for me…
A gripping, twist-filled psychological thriller about unrequited love, fragile trust, and the dangers of isolation.
Perfect for fans of Daniel Hurst and Freida McFadden.
