The Life of a Stalker…

woman stalker

woman stalker

A dark night surrounded her, and even the elusive moon cast little light as it lingered behind cloud cover. Scared. She wasn’t going to be scared. No. There was no time for that. Yet, her trembling hands revealed the terror she harbored deep within.

She clasped the cold metal of the gun to steady herself. Being stalked for months, seven long months, had its toil on a pregnant woman. This time, she’d bring her stalker down. For good. A rustle in the woods behind her had her hoping she was right. Her unborn child’s safety, and her own, relied on it.


Stalking… It’s what my current novel is about. I love it. Every bit of it. I think I found my niche in the Romance world. At the moment, I’m impatiently awaiting my chance to dive deeper into the stalker’s mind, but I still have a bit to write before I’ll be able to do that.

This WIP, working title ‘The Baby Heist’, was requested during a Speed Dating with Editorial Assistant Dana Hamilton. For this Pitch date, the book didn’t have to be started, which is unusual for publishing houses. Halfway through writing, she requested what we had finished. Ever since submitting my first few chapters, I’ve been following the editor. Not in real life. On Twitter, but now, I feel like the stalker…

But, upon reading the definition…


  1. A person who stealthily hunts or pursues an animal or another person.
  2. A person who harasses or persecutes someone with unwanted and obsessive attention.


…unless she has felt harassed, I don’t fall under the stalker category. Although watching her obsessively probably borders on the same tendencies a  stalker would have. How many of you enjoy reading Romantic Suspense with stalkers?