The Art of Obsession: A Dark Stalker Artist Novel (Savage Stalkers)

If you love something, you don’t set it free. You fight for it. And I’ll fight for you.

THE MUSEThe nüde sketch was left on my pillow. A sketch of…me. I knew I had a stâlker—someone watching my every move from the shadows. I never expected him…

The world knows him as Acheron—a world-renowned, billionaire stage artist who always wears a mask. He’s claimed me as his muse. And he’s created a dark exhibit just for me. Trapped in his underground gallery, I’m not just a historian. I’m his possession. Somehow, he knows me better than I know myself. But I am not his work of art. And I will replace some way to break free.

THE MASTERShe is not simply my muse. She is my masterpiece. Everleigh is mine—my inspiration, my obsession. She is the culmination of every brushstroke, every line, every dream.

She may fight me, but she’ll learn the truth soon enough: there is no life, no freedom, no escape without me. She is the creation I was born to make.

A dark, dual-POV romance where love is an obsession and art is the ultimate form of control. Perfect for fans of Lights Out, Haunting Adeline, and In Love With the Devil…

Post-reading therapy? Guaranteed.

Exorcism? Highly recommended. I left seminary. Can’t recommend a preacher. But if you don’t want to miss the Rapture, plan for a post-book cleansing.

*If you’re looking for a sweet romance or even a normal dark romance, RUN! Seriously, now. Because I care about you, I insist you RUN!*

Still here? You poor, sweet soul.

Normal trigger warnings took one look at this book and CRIED. There are way too many to list, and frankly, even listing them might scare Amazon. So let’s just say: proceed with caution, and maybe don’t tell your therapist how you got here.

This is dark romance—extra dark, extra twisted—with a splash of horror. Blood is Acheron’s secret sauce, and Everleigh? Well, she might be a repressed masochist with a psycho book goblin inside her, whispering, “What if we just crawl to the villain and marry him?”

Yes, villain. I don’t write narcissists. I write assholes who are shameless assholes. They don’t lie about what they are or act like they’re doing the MFC a favor.

There’s dubcon, noncon, puppet play (buckle up), marking, and more triggers than your search history can handle.

The traumance is real. The mental health rep is real. I spent ten years training in advocacy and processing my abuse history, so I weave mental health rep into all my books.

Expect a quiet historian FMC with a stabby side, a morally black MMC who tortures anyone who looks at his prey wrong, boundary-pushing (with plenty of aftercare), unhinged smut, and a HEA that will leave you questioning everything. Banter and LMAO moments guaranteed.

Still here? Good. Come scream with the sinners.

I’m not responsible for any extreme emotions that should arise. Possibilities include: panting, panty-wetting, lip-biting, toe-curling, crying, screaming, and full-body vapors.

I suggest you keep a partner or toy nearby.

You’re STILL here? Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

P.S. I decided to do a chapter by chapter playlist for this book! I hope you enjoy…