Hi. I’m Delilah P. Darling.
You know that moment when you wake up in the drunk tank with glitter in your bra, a questionable tattoo, and a court-appointed therapist? Yeah. Same.
I’m not unstable. I’m just deeply, court-mandatedly committed to personal growth.
After an unfortunate glitter incident, I’m sentenced to six weeks of mandatory self-reflection with a professional. Enter Dr. Rhys Hartwell: tall, broody, emotionally unavailable and exactly the kind of man I should not be picturing bending me over a mahogany desk while lecturing me about healthy boundaries.
I swear I’m trying to get better. Or at least fake it convincingly enough to stay out of jail and get my emotional support stalker tendencies under control.
But between Rhys’s dangerously hot lectures, a fellow anger management case with rage issues and the kind of jawline that belongs in a mugshot collage, and a security guard who blushes when I flirt and says ‘ma’am’ like it’s a mating call, I might be catching feelings in every direction.
Welcome to my healing arc. The feelings are big, the impulse control is DOA, and the office-based sex fantasies are escalating.
It’s not stalking.
It’s aggressive affection.
A spicy romcom about court-mandated healing, inappropriate fantasies, and the very real possibility of climaxing during a feelings check-in.
Tropes:
You know that moment when you wake up in the drunk tank with glitter in your bra, a questionable tattoo, and a court-appointed therapist? Yeah. Same.
I’m not unstable. I’m just deeply, court-mandatedly committed to personal growth.
After an unfortunate glitter incident, I’m sentenced to six weeks of mandatory self-reflection with a professional. Enter Dr. Rhys Hartwell: tall, broody, emotionally unavailable and exactly the kind of man I should not be picturing bending me over a mahogany desk while lecturing me about healthy boundaries.
I swear I’m trying to get better. Or at least fake it convincingly enough to stay out of jail and get my emotional support stalker tendencies under control.
But between Rhys’s dangerously hot lectures, a fellow anger management case with rage issues and the kind of jawline that belongs in a mugshot collage, and a security guard who blushes when I flirt and says ‘ma’am’ like it’s a mating call, I might be catching feelings in every direction.
Welcome to my healing arc. The feelings are big, the impulse control is DOA, and the office-based sex fantasies are escalating.
It’s not stalking.
It’s aggressive affection.
A spicy romcom about court-mandated healing, inappropriate fantasies, and the very real possibility of climaxing during a feelings check-in.
Tropes:
- 🍩 Hot mess FMC in mandated therapy
🖊️ Therapist love interest with boundaries she wants to violate
🔥 Possessive bad boy with rage issues and criminal chemistry
🐶 Golden retriever security guard who blushes and says ‘ma’am’
📋 Therapy charts, impulsive chaos, and wildly inappropriate thoughts
Heat Level: Explicit, filthy, emotionally unhinged. No fade-to-black.
Content Warnings:
This book contains mental health themes, therapy sessions, chaotic behavior, consensual spicy situations, stalking-as-a-love-language, and language filthier than your group chat.
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