The Cleaning Girl (Taken #4)

Eight months. That's how long Gabriel Kessler has been watching her through the cameras he installed just for this.

Marisol Reyes needs this job. Single mom, deadbeat ex, a daughter to feed — she doesn't have room in her life to notice the man who owns the estate she cleans every Wednesday. Except she does notice. The camera domes that track her a beat too long. The house that never feels quite as empty as it should. The itch at the back of her neck that says someone's always there, always watching, always one step ahead of her.

She tells herself it's nothing. She tells herself that every week for eight months.

Then the doors lock.

Gabriel didn't plan on wanting her this much. He planned everything else — the room he built for her daughter before Marisol ever knew she'd need it, the calls he made to make sure her little girl was safe before he made his move, the exact moment he'd stop watching and start keeping. Patience was never a virtue for him. It was a countdown.

She fights him. Her body doesn't.

Now she's exactly where he's wanted her since the first Wednesday — and he has no intention of ever letting her go.

Dark captive romance. Obsessive reclusive hero. Single mother heroine. Surveillance kink. Size difference. He planned everything, down to the room he built for her daughter. Dubious consent. Guaranteed HEA, pregnancy epilogue included. Reader discretion advised.