{"product_id":"watching-wren","title":"Watching Wren","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eThe Watcher.\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI have been watching her for one hundred and forty-three days. I know the route she takes home from the courthouse. I know which night she works late and which night she eats with her brother. I know her coffee order. I know the brand of the lock on her apartment door and exactly how many seconds it would take me to open it without breaking anything. I have not opened it. Not yet.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe thinks the man in the parking garage was a stranger. He was, to her. He was not to me. He will not be a problem again. She thinks she is alone. She is not.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eThe Watched.\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWren Halliday represents the wrong people. Her clients are guilty. Her clients are mostly guilty. Her clients are sometimes very, very guilty, and she stands up in front of judges and asks for mercy anyway, because the alternative is letting the state grind them into paste. At twenty-seven, she has not yet made peace with the math of being the only person in the room who shows up for the wrong people.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThree years ago, she lost a case she should not have lost. The man she defended walked out of the courthouse a free man. Eleven days later, he killed a woman who looked like her. Wren has not, in those three years, slept through a single night.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe man in the parking garage did not get to do what he came to do. The man in the parking garage did not walk out either. She does not know that.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhat she does know, the way her grandmother used to know when a storm was coming, is that someone is watching her. Her plants are watered when she gets home from court. Her front door's deadbolt is engaged before she touches it. There is a black coffee, exactly her order, waiting on her car's hood the morning of every closing argument. She is twenty-seven and she has, for the first time in three years, slept through a full night.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe tells herself she should be afraid. She is not.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eWatching Wren\u003c\/em\u003e is a dark stalker romance for readers of H.D. Carlton's \u003cem\u003eHaunting Adeline\u003c\/em\u003e and Navessa Allen's \u003cem\u003eLights Out\u003c\/em\u003e. It is Book 1 of a duet. \u003cem\u003eHunting Wren\u003c\/em\u003e follows. The duet ends in HEA in Book 2. Book 1 ends on HFN with a cliffhanger.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eContent warnings at the front of the book:\u003c\/strong\u003e stalking, dubcon with on-page verbal consent protocols, violence (one parking-garage save scene, one off-page death by the masked MMC), masked-identity reveal, breath play, possessive language, late-book breeding-kink reference. Spice: 5 chilies. Open door, dark themes, predator-prey power dynamic, surveillance-coded eroticism.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eTropes I would lose sleep for: masked stalker, predator-prey, \"I would kill the man who looked at her wrong, and I have.\"\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eRead it with the lights on. Pick your room. xx Sloane.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Sloane Ashford","offers":[{"title":"Volume 1 (Watching Wren)","offer_id":44645342249043,"sku":null,"price":29.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true},{"title":"Volume 1 + 2 (Watching Wren + Hunting Wren)","offer_id":44645342281811,"sku":null,"price":54.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true},{"title":"Complete Trilogy (Watching Wren + Hunting Wren + Keeping Wren)","offer_id":44646782435411,"sku":null,"price":74.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0705\/4986\/4531\/files\/design1_emotional_hook_1a285ee2-1b93-4100-9489-e525c375363a.png?v=1779421080","url":"https:\/\/silkthorn.com\/products\/watching-wren","provider":"Silkthorn","version":"1.0","type":"link"}