Running on Instinct — N.M. Luiken

Genevieve would do anything to get away from him.

He is the Selector, sent to cull the herd of humanity, selecting who lives, and who dies. But she cannot escape, for he lives only in her dreams . . . or so she thought.

Genevieve learns that the dream-murders she's witnessed are real, only they have not been committed by the brutally handsome psychopath from her dreams, but by ordinary, everyday people who have no memories of committing the atrocities for which they have been caught literally red-handed.

It makes no sense, but she can't shake the overwhelming dread that she will be the next victim. Every fiber of her being screams for her to flee, not knowing where to go or whom to trust, merely that she must get out before it's too late.