I have a secret though, a secret that not even my closest friend knows.
I have a stalker.
A stalker that takes care of me, makes me feel safe and drenches my panties.
Once he touches me, I struggle to accept how much I enjoy his type of pain.
The only thing I know for sure is that I have to discover who he is.
Can I handle his identity when he reveals himself to me?
*** Contains intense sexual scenes. Intended for readers 18 years or older. **
*About Andi Jaxon*
Raised all over the country, I’m an interesting mix of East Coast meets West Coast with a little bit of Southern thrown in, just for good measure. I married a sexy man in uniform who let me spawn and am now raising a mutinous army of hell raisers that I created myself, all while he defends our country. I drink too much coffee until it’s late enough to drink too much wine and am sexually frustrated for your freedom. If you see me online, I’m probably sitting in a closet, hiding from my kids.