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.