Riley Kincaid, a professional dancer high on Vicodin and some other prescription her captor forced her to take, has to escape and convince a long lost friend to help her.
Samuel Tucker, an MMA star, has to decide whether Riley is a pain-popping addict or not in order to save his own self from a downward personal and career spiral.
The jukebox in Riley's mind plays. What song will it be today?
Time to focus, Riley.
Oh yes. It’s time to ask Samuel or Martin or whatever his name is if he’ll help her escape from her stalker-turned-captor, Joel.
Let’s see. One Vicodin left to number the pain radiating through her body and a purse full of Pixie Sticks to pick up where her last pill will leave off. She’s not sure if sugar will actually work but it’s her only option.
There’s a sweet little thing sitting on Samuel kitchen counter. She's high as a kite and asks for money for a plane ticket. She seems familiar but then again, his memories from days past are long faded, thankfully. But this woman, sitting barefoot on his counter seems off. Maybe it’s her pupils or maybe something real is happening and the cash she’s asking for isn’t to buy more pills.
If she actually needs help, she'll accept his offer - no cash but he'll get her the hell away from Joel.
A friends to lovers, forced proximity, protector romance novel.
Riley Kincaid, a professional dancer high on Vicodin and some other prescription her captor forced her to take, has to escape and convince a long lost friend to help her.
Samuel Tucker, an MMA star, has to decide whether Riley is a pain-popping addict or not in order to save his own self from a downward personal and career spiral.
The jukebox in Riley's mind plays. What song will it be today?
Time to focus, Riley.
Oh yes. It’s time to ask Samuel or Martin or whatever his name is if he’ll help her escape from her stalker-turned-captor, Joel.
Let’s see. One Vicodin left to number the pain radiating through her body and a purse full of Pixie Sticks to pick up where her last pill will leave off. She’s not sure if sugar will actually work but it’s her only option.
There’s a sweet little thing sitting on Samuel kitchen counter. She's high as a kite and asks for money for a plane ticket. She seems familiar but then again, his memories from days past are long faded, thankfully. But this woman, sitting barefoot on his counter seems off. Maybe it’s her pupils or maybe something real is happening and the cash she’s asking for isn’t to buy more pills.
If she actually needs help, she'll accept his offer - no cash but he'll get her the hell away from Joel.
A friends to lovers, forced proximity, protector romance novel.