Gunshots waken Ian Tunbridge, an assistant curator of classical antiquities at the British Museum, on his first day on a dig in California. The only way to save his life is to run for it, but luck is not on his side. At least, not until he meets Lucas Arpini, the brash American photographer who seems to have some sort of clue what’s going on. Together, they’re supposed to be the tools in finding an artifact nobody believes is real -- nobody, that is, except Lucas and the man kidnaps them both.<br><br>Ian doesn’t know what to believe. His colleagues are dead, he’s injured, and he has no choice but to put his faith in a gorgeous stranger. Their escape should lead them straight to the police, but when Lucas shows him pieces of the puzzle they were meant to solve, Ian is too intrigued to walk away. He wants to solve the riddle as badly as Lucas does.<br><br>Unfortunately, they aren’t the only ones ...

Riddle Me Wicked

“If you drop me, I reserve the right to say I told you so.”


Lucas couldn’t help his wide grin. “If I drop you, I’ll even tell myself you told me so.”


His heart started beating again when Ian resumed his climb. His pace was actually slower than it had been before, but it was upward, which was all that mattered. As soon as he was within reach, he took a deep breath and looked up.


Lucas didn’t need a beacon to see what was so clearly etched there now.


Their hands met and slid past the other, each man reaching a firmer grip around a strong wrist. Lucas felt the burn immediately, the sharp yank of added weight against muscles that might have been ready but not quite as prepared as he’d hoped. He slid precious inches, the friction sliding his coat along his waist, scraping across bare skin. He caught a glimpse of panic in Ian’s eyes. That certainty he was about to plummet to a bone-crushing death.


Not if Lucas had anything to do about it.


Chapter 10