Doyle
Kent never thought he’d find himself in the middle of an all-out war,
especially stuck in the middle No-wheresville, Idaho. But a routine business
trip between cities, an unexpected blizzard and a broken down car found him
seeking shelter in a rundown biker bar.
What
he found there took his breath away and scared him to death at the same time.
The men he encountered were nothing like he’d ever seen. All wickedly beautiful
and towering over his 6’ frame. One in particular had Doyle wishing he’d never
gone on this business trip.
The man had to be at least 6’4” or better and absolute perfection, with his golden hair and pale gray eyes. He was cruelly beautiful, and looked extremely dangerous. They all did. And they were not shy in letting him know he wasn’t welcome.
But
the stunning man that had Doyle wound tighter than a drum wouldn’t allow the
others to kick him out into the frigid cold. Much to Doyle’s surprise, the man
was kind, in a predatory sort of way. As the blizzard raged on, and the men
seemed to forget he was there, all but the one anyway, he started to learn
things. Things that made no sense. Words were used that confused him, and
occasionally anger flared and the broken English changed to a language Doyle
had never heard before.
But
it was when these men made a decision that Doyle’s world dropped out from under
him.
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