He’s Been Watching
He knows your schedule, your coffee order and the sound of your deadbolt, and he is not sorry. He’s Been Watching is a series of standalone dark stalker romances with obsessive heroes who fall first, heroines who choose the dark, and a possessive happily ever after. All Piper Kane books are free in Kindle Unlimited.
I See You
She knew his order by heart. She didn’t know he’d been in her bed.
Elise Ashby has been making coffee for the same quiet regular for eleven months. Corner table. Black coffee. Exactly twenty percent tip. She’s cataloged him the way you catalog furniture—predictable, harmless, easy to ignore.
She comes home early on a Thursday and finds him in her apartment.
Callum is six-foot-four, former Special Forces, and harmless has never been the right word. He’s been inside her apartment fourteen times. He knows her floor plan, her schedule, her shampoo brand, and the sound of the elevator she takes when she’s tired. He has a wall of photographs at home and a map of every route she walks and a pillowcase that smells like her—the one she never noticed was swapped.
He takes her phone. He locks the door. Then he sits down and tells her everything—every entry, every photograph, every small thing he took and replaced so carefully she never knew—and he is not going to apologize for any of it.
There’s a landline in the kitchen. Help is one call away.
She doesn’t call.
Because Callum has spent eleven months learning Elise Ashby better than anyone alive. Including the part of her that presses her thighs together when he says her name.
For readers who want their obsessive heroes unrepentant and their heroines wide awake.
Trope list:
• Dark romance • Stalker hero • Obsessive love • Dubcon • Body betrayal • He fell first, he fell hard • Size difference (6’4” hero, 5’2” heroine) • Forced proximity • Surveillance as devotion • Anti-hero • Unrepentant hero • Instalove • Stranger danger
Mine Before You Knew
She always picks the biggest man in the room. He’s going to make sure this time it’s him.
Shay Hollister goes to the underground club once a month because the men who take her to dinner never stay and the men who stay never make her feel a thing. She picks by size. No names, no masks off, no repeats. She’s good at reading men.
She’s never been more wrong.
Nico Amato is six-foot-five, two-sixty, and the man she dismissed at the squat rack three weeks ago—the one who recited her schedule back to her and got a blank stare for it. He knows her parking row, her floor plan, her Wednesday nights. He’s been inside her apartment four times. He has her sports bra in his glove compartment. When she picks him in the dark of the club, he doesn’t say a word about any of it.
He’s not wearing protection. He has her key. He has very specific plans for what happens next.
When the light comes on and the pieces come together, Shay knows she should call for help.
She doesn’t think about why she doesn’t want to.
For readers who want their obsessive heroes unrepentant and their heroines wide awake.
Every Night I Watch
He knows her coffee order. Her schedule down to the minute. The room where she goes to cry when she loses a patient.
She’s never once looked at him.
For five months, the night-shift security guard has watched ER nurse Joy Almeida through the hospital cameras — left the coffee, fixed her mirrors, learned her like a language. She’s felt the eyes on her for weeks. She keeps drinking the coffee anyway.
Then the lights go out, the supply room door opens in the dark, and a voice she’s never heard tells her everything it shouldn’t know.
She tells him to stop. She leaves a mark instead.
When the lights come back on, she sees the bite on his palm, her coffee in his hand, her face on his center monitor — and she picks the cup up, looks straight into the camera, and drinks.
She knows now. And she’s not removing the camera.
A dark, possessive stalker-kink romance with an obsessive hero who fell first, a heroine who finds out what she wants in the dark, and a full HEA. 18+. Standalone.
You Were Always Mine
He built a dating profile out of eight years of watching me.
I found out on a Tuesday. Server room, three terabytes, a woman doing all her ordinary Tuesday things in a kitchen she thought was private. The woman was me. The first file was dated eight years ago.
For six weeks I’d been falling for “Daniel” — a man I met on an app, a man I told things I’ve never told anyone. Daniel was him. Daniel had always been him.
On my way out I looked straight into camera six. I picked up the coffee waiting at the security desk — my exact order, every Tuesday for three months — and I drank all of it while he watched. That was the moment I stopped pretending I didn’t know. That was the moment I stopped wanting to.
You Were Always Mine is a dark stalker-kink romance — eight years of surveillance, a stolen identity, and a heroine who found the evidence and stayed. For readers 18+ who love dark, possessive romance with dubcon elements. Standalone with full HEA and pregnancy epilogue.
Kinks and tropes: Dark romance • Obsessive hero • Surveillance • Catfish/hidden identity • Dubcon elements • She finds out and doesn’t leave • He fell first • Breeding • Pregnancy HEA
Following You Home
Her car broke down seven times in seven months. She told herself she had bad luck.
She had a mechanic.
Sam Deluca knows which window is hers. He knows the route she takes when it’s dark, the Thursday habits she thinks no one sees, what her hands do when she believes she’s alone. He’s watched from the alley more nights than he’ll admit. He put the tracker in her wheel well himself. He’s been inside her car so many times he took something small from the cupholder and kept it in his jacket, close, for months.
He planned every breakdown. He has been very, very patient.
Tonight, the timing belt finally goes — on an empty highway, eight miles from anywhere, exactly where he planned it. And when the familiar truck pulls up behind her, Mae Okonkwo feels relief before she feels anything else.
That’s the part she’ll have to live with.
Because the worst thing isn’t the notebooks, or the log, or the green light blinking on the tracker she was never supposed to find. The worst thing is what her body does when she learns how long he’s been watching — and that when he tells her he won’t stop, every part of her that should run leans in instead.
He’s not going to apologize for any of it. He’s not going to pretend he’ll ever quit.
And she’s going to keep coming back anyway.
Dark obsessive romance. A stalker mechanic who falls first and never lets go. Dubious consent, body-betrayal heat, and a heroine who finds out everything — and chooses the dark. Full-length explicit novella. HEA with an epilogue. Reader discretion advised.
He Knew First
He’s the surgeon who saved her life. He’s also the reason she needed saving.
Eighty-seven days ago, Tessa Huang woke up in a hospital bed with a scar under her ribs and no memory of the crash that put her there. The trauma surgeon who rebuilt her had the steadiest hands she’d ever felt and a calm that made her trust him before she knew his name. She was supposed to heal and never see him again.
Instead she can’t stop feeling watched. In her apartment. In the dark. In the places no one should be able to reach her.
Owen Mercer has a rule about the patients he cuts open: he doesn’t follow them home. He broke it the first time he saw Tessa — months before the accident, months before his hands were ever inside her. He’s read her file more times than he’ll admit. He knows her scar, her cycle, the sound of her deadbolt turning. He knows exactly how the crash that landed her on his table happened.
And he has never once been sorry.
The night she finally catches him watching, he doesn’t run and he doesn’t explain himself. He tells her to say stop and mean it. The problem isn’t that a dangerous man has decided she belongs to him. The problem is what her body does when she understands that he knew first — and that some buried part of her has been waiting all along to be found.
He Knew First is a dark, high-heat stalker romance: an obsessive surgeon hero, medical-records surveillance, dubious consent, rough possessive claiming, an age gap, and a heroine who stops running and chooses the dark. He’s Been Watching Book 6 — a full standalone with a (very dark) happily ever after. Please read the content warnings.
Watching from the Dark
Someone has been in my apartment.
A hairbrush moved an inch. A pillow that smells like a cologne I don’t own. The sense of a body that was here and left just before I got home.
I should be terrified.
I am terrified.
So why am I standing in the middle of it with my heart racing for an entirely different reason?
His name is Ezra. He’s been watching me for six weeks—from across the street, through a scope, from inside my own walls. He knows I sleep on my left side. He knows I cry in the shower. He knows the exact sound I make when I fall apart.
And when he finally steps out of the dark, he doesn’t lie about any of it.
He tells me what he’s taken. What he’s touched. Then he tells me to say stop and mean it.
I can’t.
I leave the curtains open now. I check the corners for him and hate that I’m disappointed when he isn’t there.
Every rule I had about safe, about sane, about no—going dark, one by one.
I didn’t have something dark happen to me. I looked at the dark. And I walked in.
A dark stalker romance with an obsessive hero, a desire she can’t fight, and a possessive happily-ever-after. He isn’t sorry and neither is she.
Silent Obsession
He can’t hear me scream. He wants me anyway.
There’s a man on the other side of my wall.
He’s been watching me the entire time—just not the way you’d think.
He’s Deaf. Sound was never how he knew me.
He knows me with his hands flat on the shared wall, reading the vibration of my footsteps. With his eyes at the peephole, learning my lips through the gap in the hallway. With letters slid under my door in the dark.
His name is Eli. He builds things. For nine weeks he’s been quietly rebuilding his whole silent world around the woman next door.
I teach sign language for a living. I spend my days trying to make the world pay attention.
He already has.
And the horror of being seen this completely is tangled up with something I can’t pull loose from it—because no one has ever known me like this. Wanted me like this.
He tells me to sign stop and mean it.
My hands say a lot of things. Stop isn’t the true one.
I leave the door unlocked now. I press my palm to the wall and feel him press back.
A dark stalker romance with a Deaf, obsessive hero, a desire she can’t outrun, and a possessive happily-ever-after. He never stops watching. She never asks him to.
The File On You
My husband was arrested for fraud on a Tuesday morning. By that afternoon, an FBI agent was standing in my doorway saying he’d be staying in my guest room until they were sure I was safe.
Agent Rowan Cole is big and quiet, and he barely looks at me.
On his third night here I can’t sleep, so I go to the piano. He sits down on the bench beside me and plays the other half of my piece, note for note, like he’s been practicing it for years, because he has.
The FBI has had my apartment wired for years to catch my husband, and Rowan was the one listening. He’s heard me play this piece alone more times than I can count. He’s heard me tell my empty kitchen I’m lonely. Somewhere along the way he stopped listening for my husband and started listening for me. Nobody assigned him to protect me. He made up the job so he could walk through my door.
It should terrify me. Instead, for the first time in my life, a man has paid attention to every single thing about me, and I want more.
He puts my hands flat on the keys and tells me that if I lift them, he stops.
I don’t lift them.
A dark stalker romance with an obsessive FBI agent and a possessive happily-ever-after. He never stops watching. She stops wanting him to.