She set the trap. He walked in smiling, convinced he was the hunter.

SUMMER
I manipulate.
I deceive.
I seduce.
I steal.
I kill.
I'm not a bad person!
And I'm definitely not a stalker, though some could argue that shadowing Atlas Holt and his friends for months, casing his business, or measuring him in his sleep out of boredom is the definition of stalking. I call it preparation.
I need Atlas's love as a means to a blood-soaked end. But playing carefully curated, sick and twisted games with this delusional psycho is pushing me dangerously close to the trap I set.
Simple plans rarely stay simple.

ATLAS
Summer Night is like a rollercoaster: exhilarating, unpredictable, and every once in a while, it leaves me wondering if it's passed the routine maintenance and I'd be getting off alive. That only makes me want her more.
Whether her ways of flirting would land me in a straitjacket or a grave is not the real question.
Who is she, and how many body bags does her real name drag behind it?
Hopefully, fewer than mine does.
I have a feeling the truth won't just hurt.
It will kill.

The Scent of Crazy is a dual POV dark romantic comedy that marks D.A. Valerian's debut and is the first interconnected standalone in the Red Flags series.
Tropes:
Morally gray FMC and MMC
Mutual stalking
Revenge plot
Predator-vs-Predator
Organized crime
Secret identity
He falls first & falls harder
Dark humor & unhinged banter
Found family