I used to think stalkers came in one of two categories-Creepy guys who won't take no for an answer, and women scorned. That was until I met Reagan.A woman with secrets.Secrets I planned to get out of her one way or another. No sane person decides to be a stalker. And no smart woman gets the hots for the very man who was supposed to thwart her mission.I guess that made me both less-than-sane and stupid.Somehow, I was okay with that. I knew why it was important to do what I did.And, maybe, in Nixon, I would find someone who would understand, who would help me.Even if he grumbled the entire time.* Possible trigger warnings listed on author's website under the "books" tab.