To All the Guys I Killed Before

I killed for her before she gave me a second glance. Five stars, no regrets, would kill for her again.

Rue Bellamy thinks I’m the most aggressively boring man alive, and I intend to keep it that way.

As long as my amber-eyed neighbor never looks past my beige cardigans and passionate opinions about rose fertilizer, she’ll never uncover the dark heart that drives me to rid the world of its worst men, one satisfyingly grisly crime scene at a time.

But when I bump into another masked vigilante while staking out my next victim, my carefully managed murder schedule suddenly has a new complication: a precise, ferocious killer who keeps turning up at my future crime scenes like she owns them and taunting me into taking risks that could get us both killed — or worse, caught.

Our chemistry’s explosive. The recklessness is addictive. I'm absolutely going back for more.

Then one of our murderous not-quite-dates goes spectacularly wrong, and I learn that the neighbor who can’t look past my cardigan-wearing, rose-growing, pro-composting cover identity has been keeping secrets of her own that make mine look downright dull.

Has the most dangerous person in my life been living next door the whole time?

To All the Guys I Killed Before takes the hidden identities and morally gray hero of Lights Out, adds the gleefully bloody mayhem of Butcher & Blackbird, and mixes in enough razor-sharp banter to generate its own body count. It's the first book in Sara Whitney's new dark rom-com trilogy The Right Kind of Wrong, featuring killers you'll want to cuddle, asphyxiations you'll applaud, and enough "OMG WHAT???" moments to fill several unmarked graves. How to Slay a Guy in Ten Days and He's Just Not That Into Stalking You, books 2 and 3, are coming for you soon.

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