Notice by K. Webster

I didn’t notice her before…but now I do.
The shiny strands of gold in her silky brown hair.
Tiny crinkles between her eyebrows when she frowns.
Her passion for neatness.

Once I focus on her, I can’t take my eyes from my newest obsession. Ever.
I need to know everything about her.
Her past. Her present. 
The way she takes her coffee.
Exactly how she smells after a spritz of perfume in the mornings.

She’s perfect in every way and I was blind.
But, God, now do I see.

I notice the organized way she arranges her clothes in her closet.
How she visits the same market each Saturday. 
The sounds of her breathing as I lie beneath her bed in silence.

Violet is mine.
She just doesn’t know it yet. 

Notice is a dark and unusual romance. Extreme sexual themes and violence in certain scenes, which could trigger emotional distress, are found in this story. If you are sensitive to dark themes, then this story is not for you. If you aren't into super obsessive stalkers, then this story is not for you. 

ellie's $0.02:

What the ever loving fuck just happened?

Fucking Christ.  Grayson Maxwell is one hot stalker mess.  I wanted to get creeped out.  I got creeped out.  And then I wasn't.  Then I was. Then it was hot.  Then it was creepy again.  Then it was love.  Then it wasn't.  This is sexy, romantic, creepy (have I said that yet)... pretty much the perfect book right here.  If you like stalkers and creepiness.

What the ever loving fuck just happened?

Did you read the description, disclaimer, warning, whatever... above?  This is dark and twisted.  So readers beware that K. Webster has a knack of fucking with your mind and your heart.  It's so fucking delicious the way she does it though.

What the ever loving fuck just happened?

K. Webster is the queen of writing what I don't want to read but am I dying to read. Everything about this book is right and wrong and wonderful and perfect and not.  The writing is impeccable, the characters are amazing, the plot blew my mind.  

What the ever loving fuck just happened?

K. Webster is my idol.  Pure and simple (not her books... at all), she is just... my IDOL.  She is the perfect author.  The perfect writer.  The perfect creepy mindfuck.

Top author in my mind.  Forever.

Bring it, Webster.  Bring.  It.

(It was totally already broughten.)