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When he was taken hostage by a strange man Michael never expected he’d lose his heart…
Michael Vernon is a rich, spoiled brat with a string of meaningless lovers and an entourage of superficial friends. With no direction in life, he wastes his days spending his father’s money and drowning himself in liquor…until he crashes into a man even more desperate than himself, Jarrod Hunter.
Jarrod Hunter grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Out of work, about to be evicted, and unable to afford his next meal, Jarrod thought he’d reached the end of his rope and was determined to take his life. Then fate intervened delivering him Michael Vernon. Why not take him home, tie him up, and hold him hostage to get the money he needs?
Two men from two different worlds…one dangerous game. Trapped together in close quarters, Jarrod and Michael find themselves sharing their deepest thoughts and fighting an undeniable attraction for each other. As the hours tick by, the captor becomes captivated by his victim and the victim begins to bond with his abductor. This wake up call might prove to be just what Michael needs to set himself free. To Have and to Hostage…sometimes you have to hit bottom before realizing that what you need is standing right in front of you.
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Michael sneered, “For better or worse? ‘Til death do we part? What the hell’s that all about? What are you, my wife? I don’t want anything to do with you! Do you get it? You need a shrink, not a hostage. Just let me go and I’ll never tell anyone about what you’ve done. Okay? Go on your merry way, kill yourself, and then we can forget this whole thing happened.”
A strange look came into the handsome blond’s eyes. Michael stiffened up his back when the man’s warm hand rested on his thigh. Swallowing down his excitement, Michael couldn’t understand what it was about him that completely aroused him. It was more maddening than the fear. He had this image of kissing this gorgeous blond. He wanted to kiss him so badly he almost felt the urge to lean forward and go for it. He had that amazing golden boy next door look that he adored. None of Michael’s snobby acquaintances came close to this man’s fresh masculine appeal. A fantasy of watching the slender blond in a tiny black Speedo playing volleyball on the sandy beach in Malibu haunted him. The young man was so fit and tall the idea of writhing on him was driving Michael to distraction. That hand on his thigh…how he yearned for it to do naughty things to him. Michael would beg him, urge him with lascivious looks, licked lips, thrusting pelvis, anything to get this man’s hands on him again. Why? What was it about this fabulous male that was making him foam at the mouth for a taste?
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