💋 KISS ME HONEY HONEY is OUT NOW!
The forbidden tension? 🔥 Unbearable.
The kisses? 💀 Possibly fatal.
The romance? So dark, it might just destroy them.
He’s the son of two serial killers.
He’s the criminal psychologist who helped catch them, and now he’s his professor.
They shouldn’t touch.
They definitely shouldn’t kiss.
But obsession doesn’t play by the rules.
Book 2 in the darkly addictive To Love a Psycho trilogy is here.
And trust me… it’s hotter, deadlier, and more unhinged than ever.
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✅ Dark academia & forbidden love
✅ Twisted psychology & spicy tension
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Exclusive Excerpt
Aaron’s psyche bore scars of complex developmental trauma. Patterns of attachment disruption, parental betrayal, and early exposure to emotional and psychological harm that shaped his worldview. Such profound early wounds resulted in distorted core beliefs. Deep-seated convictions about self-worth, safety, and trust affected all his relationships and interactions, consciously or unconsciously. Therapy wasn’t just about curing Aaron; it was a long-term strategy to help him learn to self-regulate, to reframe, and eventually to trust.
So yes, Aaron needed to keep coming. Not because there was a simple solution, but because the path to healing was long, iterative, and essential. But that was the psychologist in him.
The selfish man in him just wanted to keep seeing him.
Alone.
Like this.
Kenny parked, lifting the handbrake and as Aaron moved to open the door, Kenny reached out, grabbing his arm before he could slip away. “Wait. I’m sorry.”
Aaron paused, hand still on the door handle, turning back to him. “For what?”
Kenny searched for words that felt wholly inadequate. “A lot of things,” he said, voice strained. “Let’s start with barging in on you and your boyfriend.”
“What else?”
Kenny swallowed hard, heart pounding at having to utter the truth. “For being jealous.”
Aaron settled back in the seat. “How was your holiday?”
“It wasn’t a holiday. It was a conference.”
“In Greece. By the beach. Where they had a heatwave.”
“And I spent much of it inside the University of Crete. So in that respect, it was shit.”
Aaron snorted. “Got a nice tan, though.”
Kenny drifted over Aaron’s features, recommitting each detail to memory and checking if the dreams he’d had of him while lounging beachside or locked in a hotel room had been right. They had. He was still infuriatingly stunning. “And you changed your hair.”
“Back to natural.”
“I like it.”
Aaron dropped his head back, heavy-lidded gaze drawing Kenny in until his restraint felt like a thin thread, fraying and snapping. “Didn’t do it for you.”
Kenny ran out of things to say. Because there wasn’t anything he could say to make this any easier. For either of them. They couldn’t happen. For more reasons than being professor and student. Their shared history was muddy and devastating. They would rip each other apart. Yet somehow, he couldn’t bring himself to sever their connection completely.
Aaron reached for Kenny’s hand, interlocking their fingers. Then, after a moment of stillness, he lifted their combined hands to plant a delicate kiss to the back of Kenny’s, pinching the fine hairs between his lips and Kenny could have wept.
More so when Aaron said, “I can’t do this, doc. It’s too hard.”
Kenny dipped over the middle of the car to drag his free hand through Aaron’s hair, down to the back of his neck, and drew him close enough that he could taste the vape flavouring on Aaron’s breath. Peach. “I know.”
A silence settled over the car, neither rushing to fill it.
Then, stark and fragile, Aaron said, “Kiss me.”
God, Kenny wanted to. He’d never wanted to kiss anyone more in his entire life. But how could he? How could he open all that up again when they’d worked so hard to bury it? When he knew his career would be in jeopardy. And how Aaron would consume him completely, take his fill, before eventually tiring of him and leave. There was more than age and authority against them.
So he choked. “I can’t, baby.” The endearment slipped out, and he dug his fingers into Aaron’s neck to prove how desperately he wanted to do what he plead and how cruel it was he couldn’t. Because the moment he did, Aaron would destroy him. “You know I can’t.”
