A Dark Erotic Vigilante Thriller About Seduction, Arson, and a Woman Who Delivers Her Own Justice She appears without warning. She changes your life without asking. And she disappears before you ever learn her real name. To some, she’s Bad Kitty . To others, Mandarin Moyste . To Detective Spade, she is the only thread connecting a trail of fire, sex, and shattered empires. When a meth lab explodes. When a corrupt youth camp burns to ash. When powerful men fall without explanation. One name keeps rising from the smoke. Mandy. Beautiful. Calculated. Uncatchable. Every witness tells the same story. She didn’t just seduce them. She exposed them. She destroyed what deserved to burn. From neon-soaked bar floors to motel rooms thick with confession to crime scenes still glowing in the dark— Mandy leaves behind scorched corruption, ruined predators, and lovers who swear she was never just a woman. Some call her a sinner. Some call her a savior. Spade calls her unfinished business. But Mandy has been writing to the detective for years… long before Spade knew she existed. Journal pages surface. Secrets unravel. And the line between justice and obsession begins to blur. Because Mandy doesn’t run from chaos. She hunts it. She studies it. And she sets it on fire. And the closer Spade gets to the truth… the more she begins to wonder: Is Mandy the criminal? Or the cure? Confessions of Mandy is the first book in a dark, addictive erotic thriller series featuring a morally gray anti-heroine and a relentless detective locked in psychological pursuit. If you crave seductive danger, vigilante justice, and morally complex heroines who refuse to apologize—start here. But be warned: Once Mandy touches your world… something will burn. "Daring, hypnotic, and beautifully dangerous. Confessions of Mandy: Bad Kitty is a literary wildfire—blending noir investigation, erotic suspense, and moral reckoning into one unforgettable experience." — BookPage Reviews "A fever dream of justice and desire. The prose crackles with heat, the pacing never lets go, and Mandy herself is an icon in the making—equal parts savior, sinner, and storm." — The Midwest Review "Haunting and cinematic. Told through police files, confessions, and diary pages, Bad Kitty delivers psychological depth rare in erotic fiction. It's Gone Girl meets Eyes Wide Shut—and somehow holier." — Readers Favorite Critic's Choice "An intoxicating debut. Detective Spade and Mandy are caught in a dance between sin and salvation that will leave readers breathless and conflicted in the best way." — The Washington Literary Journal "Mandy isn't just a woman—you start to believe she's a force of nature. When she leaves a town, nothing untrue survives." — Advance Reader Praise Excerpt © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Chapter One Peach Ville, Tennessee — August 2013 The first time Detective Spade heard the name Bad Kitty, the fire at Peach Ville Urgent Care was still smoldering. A meth lab in the basement, two arrests upstairs, and one woman everyone swore they saw dancing on the bar an hour before the explosion. Her name—at least the one that stuck—was  Mandy . Blonde curls. Rhinestone tank top that read BAD KITTY. A smile that could make men confess and women remember who they used to be. Maxwell Kane was the first to speak her name to Spade. He said the night began with a song, a drink, and a dare— and ended with his wife and a stranger wrapped in something between sin and revelation. No one knew that while the bar burned bright, the urgent care across the street burned brighter. By dawn, the town had two fewer criminals, one missing woman, and a legend that would chase the detective for years. Spade didn't believe in angels. Not the kind that smell like whiskey and gasoline. But every trail she followed after that night—San Diego, Utah, and beyond— would carry the same scent of smoke and redemption. She wasn't a suspect. She was a consequence.