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Click Here to Unfollow come out June 24, 2026 and will be available for pre-order soon! It will be published under my pen name, Lynn Sakai Burn.

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Blurb:

Opposites attract at CreatorCon when friendly, sweet Hana Kimura meets the internet’s hottest curmudgeon, celebrity streamer Amir Shaheen. Despite the obstacles facing them–Hana’s intrusive Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder and some of Amir’s more parasocial fans who don’t like him with her–they start dating. Everything comes crumbling down when a cyberbully who has it out for the couple uses deepfake AI to sabotage Hana’s job. It triggers a painful wave of OCD, causing a misunderstanding that leads to their breakup. Amir and Hana can’t stay away from each other for long, though, as they’re forced to team up to catch the cyberbully. Investigating together may be exactly what they need to realize that their relationship is worth fighting for after all.

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A few excerpts…

My stomach twisted into a horrible knot.

I’d never felt jealous of Mark professionally. His channel was mostly just Let’s Play, eating chicken wings drenched in sauces of varying spice levels, and talking about what men want in women. The first two things were mildly entertaining. The last one was cringey as hell and usually pretty offensive. I unfollowed his channel when he started ranking female ReaXion streamers on scales of hotness versus “thotiness,” bangability versus marriageability.

I hated that shit. What I did on my channel wasn’t exactly world-altering, but I hoped it was at least a little useful. Sure, I critiqued movies, but I got my audience informed and engaged about pressing issues. That wasn’t exactly easy in an era when people became nihilists in middle school. If I got even a few thousand people a year interested in things like healthcare reform, the environment, stuff like that-well then, what | did was meaningful. At least, I told myself that, even if there were days when I wasn’t totally convinced.

Either way, I could confidently say that I was a step above eating spicy chicken and ranking women for a living like Mark-Fucking-Davenport.

But my sense of superiority was pretty cold comfort as I watched Hana tiptoe to reach Mark’s ear and whisper something with a conspiratorial grin. I could almost imagine what it felt like, her breath tickling the side of his face as she shared a secret. What she was doing with him now, it could have been with me if I hadn’t been such a colossal idiot.

-Amir, Click Here to Unfollow

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Mustachioed man sighed loudly next to me before asking in a bored voice, “What’s your handle?”

Blushing, I realized how childish “HanaBanana” sounded. But there wasn’t anything I could do about it now.

“It’s HanaBanana92. I didn’t give it a whole lot of thought when I first made the account,” I replied with a sheepish grin.

“Clearly,” he sneered.

I swallowed and silently prayed, I hope everyone here isn’t this brutal.

“Ignore Darren. I personally think it’s cute, like you,” Rachel offered sympathetically.

She was clearly trying to be kind, but I almost wish she hadn’t said anything. I didn’t want to look like a pushover. I was capable of dealing with pretentious assholes on my own.

“It is what it is,” I said matter-of-factly. “My followers don’t seem to mind. They care more about the content.”

“And how many followers is that?” a woman interjected haughtily. I turned to look at her. She had contoured cheekbones, jet black hair, striking blue eyes, and had dressed her killer curves to the nines. Her name tag said “Vanessa.’

“Around eleven thousand, last time I checked,” I answered truthfully.

“You don’t monitor your follower count daily?” Rachel asked, the shock apparent in her voice.

You are so out of your element, Hana.

-Hana, Click Here to Unfollow

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“The thing is, my brain wants certainty. That’s what people like me want-certainty. But that’s impossible, so when I have an OCD flare up, I get caught in a loop of self torture. It’s like-do you know any Greek mythology?”

The question surprised me.

“Umm, vaguely. Insofar as it pertains to storycrafting the hero’s journey in film and stuff. Why?”

‘Do you know what a hydra is?”

“One of the twelve things Heracles had to face, right?”

“Yes, exactly. It’s a terrifying monster that grows two heads for every head that’s cut off. So if you encountered a hydra, your impulse would be to kill it before it tramples everything in its sight. Right?”

“For sure. Fuck hydras. They sound like dinosaurs, and I’m not a fan. Terrifying lizards the size of a house. Good for the comet that knocked them out.”

“Well, I do the compulsion, cut off the hydra’s head-and then two worries grow in its place. That’s OCD.”

–Click Here to Unfollow

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