To All the Guys I Killed Before

Rue Bellamy thinks I'm the most boring man alive, and I intend to keep it that way.

As long as my sweet-faced neighbor never sees past my beige cardigans and passionate opinions about rose fertilizer, she won't realize I've been in love with her for every one of the 538 days I've known her.

She also won't think to look for the cameras I installed in her half of our duplex. (What can I say? Surveillance is my love language.)

Best of all, she'll never connect those impeccably staged accidents she processes as a county death investigator to the man watering the rosebushes next door.

Hugo Mohr lurks at my mailbox every single day so he can bore me to death with his small talk.

That's why it's always a relief to slip away, pull on a mask, and deliver justice where the system won't, one solitary kill at a time.

Or it was, until a rival vigilante starts turning up at my future crime scenes like he owns them (because as far as he's concerned, he does). I don't know his name or what he looks like. I just know I'm taking risks I shouldn't so I can see him again.

Then one of our murder-dates goes spectacularly wrong, and I discover that my nerdy psychologist neighbor and the seasoned killer I'm falling for are the same guy.

A vigilante situationship hits different when you share a wall-and that's before I find out Hugo's got even more secrets than I do.

To All the Guys I Killed Before is a delightfully unhinged mashup of Mr. and Mrs. Smith's secret double lives, Lights Out's morally gray golden retriever hero, and Butcher & Blackbird's blood-slicked banter. Book 1 in the Right Kind of Wrong series is funny, spicy, ridiculously romantic, and genuinely dark, with a killer found family and enough OMG WHAT moments to fill several unmarked graves. Books 2 and 3-How to Slay a Guy in Ten Days and He's Just Not That Into Stalking You-are coming for you soon.