Gia Cobie

No matter what they said, I knew the threat was real.

When I first started receiving the letters, I hoped it was nothing. I hoped that the feeling of being followed was in my imagination. That the calls and texts and gifts were a weird joke or a case of mistaken identity.

But it didn’t feel like nothing. It felt dangerous.

The police brushed it off. “You’re a professional model, Georgia. Surely you’ve had admirers before. I’m sure this is just a gift from one of your fans.”

Except, it wasn’t. And one of those “gifts” was a horrific scar that ruined my life.

But it was over, right? My stalker is in jail.

So how come it’s happening again?

And now the police are convinced it’s just PTSD. It isn’t. I’m scared, and there’s only one place left to turn—Blade and Arrow Security—if they’ll agree to help me.


Meeting Georgia is nothing like how I had expected it to be.

When she came to us—scared, stressed, self-conscious, but so brave—there was never any question of helping her. Traumatized by not just one stalker, but two?

This is what Blade and Arrow does.

But I wasn’t expecting to be put in charge of her case.

How could I ever expect her to trust me? I’m the intimidating one—always the tallest and biggest in the room—the person people always want at their back, but definitely not as their enemy.

But when we meet? There’s something. An electricity, a heat, a desire to protect her that’s stronger than I’ve ever felt before. But protecting Georgia has to be my priority. There’s no room for anything else. Or is there?

Maybe I can be her protector and her boyfriend.

Except—the danger doesn’t end when her second stalker is caught. And the threat to Georgia is worse than ever.

If I don’t figure out who’s behind this sick obsession, I could lose Georgia forever.