I write romance novels, but my own HEA is sadly out of reach. While I pen my books, Gideon and Terrence continue to dote on me, delight me, and discipline me. All should be perfect, but something-or someone-ominous is watching. I thought I liked having an audience, but I don't like this one. Not when I can feel the unseen watcher's malicious intent. It's going to take all of our love and trust to get us past...