Be careful what you wish for…

Seventeen-year-old Jane Morrison is obsessed with the male love interest in a cheesy romance novel. Carter Blaine is cool, attractive, romantic—and much to Jane’s disappointment, fictional. Until his exact description shows up on her doorstep.

When the boy introduces himself as Carter Blaine, Jane thinks it’s a prank orchestrated by one of the mean girls at school. But when everyone else is just as surprised to see her with the hottest new guy in town, Jane goes along with it. It isn’t long until she finds something wrong with Carter—other than the fact that he shouldn’t exist.

He’s controlling, demanding, and aggressive. He doesn’t need to sleep or eat and he can’t feel pain. When he starts stalking her and targeting her enemies, she decides to find out why he’s here—but the truth might be more sinister than she realizes.

14 + due to violence and adult situations

Excerpt:

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the shadowy figure outside the window, feeling nauseous and dizzy. Darkness made it harder to see, but the streetlamps helped to illuminate his face.

It was Carter Blaine—the teenage love interest in Love Letters to Lily. There he was, walking up the path to my front door, as suave and attractive as Patricia Hartfield had written him.

But this wasn’t possible. Carter Blaine was fictional—nothing more than a figment of an author’s mind. How could he be here? And why some sleepy, nothing town of all places?

When his knuckles rapped on the door, my heart pounded. Should I call the police? Run and hide? Or just ignore the door and pray he went away?

“Jane? Jane, are you in there?” he asked, knocking on the door a little harder. “Come on—I don’t want to stand out here all night.”

How did he know my name? And my address? Why me, of all people?