Carnival Shadows (Carnival #7)

living. I analyze their methods, dissect their psychology, and share their darkest deeds with my podcast listeners, but I’ve never encountered anyone like Remy.

When I spotted him at the carnival, I knew he was different. Those powerful hands, that controlled grace, the darkness lurking behind his eyes—everything about him called to the shadows inside me. I told myself I was investigating the string of disappearances that followed the carnival’s route. But the truth? I was obsessed.

I documented his every move, broke into his trailer, and collected pieces of his life like precious treasures. My motel room walls became a shrine to my fixation, covered in photos I’d taken without his knowledge. I thought I was the hunter, the observer safely studying my subject.

I was wrong.

Now, I’m trapped in his world, a willing prisoner to the monster I stalked. He’s read my journals and seen every twisted fantasy I wrote about him. Instead of running, he’s determined to make each one come true.