Cayle Hallowell isn’t happy…at all. Add up being shy and introverted, awkward and of average intelligence, self-loathsome and having a family that hates him, zero friends, constant fear…and gay, he felt his miserable life would be best ended. He never got the chance to execute that elimination himself.
Dalton lived and breathed the bad boy life. No one knew his secret. A secret he has every intention of keeping to his dying day. His closest buddies don’t know, his brothers and sisters don’t know…and most importantly, his parents don’t know. All that secrecy starts taking its toll on Dalton after he rescues a small, mouse of a man that was everything Dalton was not.
What made him care at all wasn’t something he could identify. Dalton didn’t much care about anything, except his family. Wild, selfish, somewhat cruel, arrogant Dalton found Cayle Hallowell getting under his skin. And he didn’t like it…not one bit. ‘Fuck ‘em and leave ‘em’ went right along with his ‘I’m a badass so don’t fuck with me’ attitude. And though the genuine label of ‘bad ass’ was richly deserved, and gave him a level of privacy, the ‘fuck ‘em and leave ‘em part? That happened and rarely about 85 miles northwest in Atlanta. That way, Macon Georgia would never know that Dalton Montague Shoreline, III, multimillionaire heir, never-worked-a-day-in-his-life, bad-ass preferred men. The best laid plans…..