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

Riley’s open face swam in front of him. “I’ll keep my fingers crossed for you that they catch those bastards that did this.”


Lucas shifted against him as he shook Riley’s hand. Then they were moving, and somehow, Ian found the strength to put one foot in front of the other, though every other step was shortened due to the searing pain shooting up his leg. His boot was tight, his skin hot. Was it possible to get a fever from a sprained ankle?


His senses sharpened enough for him to realize they were entering the side entrance of a Holiday Inn. “A hotel? How did you pay for this?”


“I borrowed Riley’s phone to call a friend. She booked it for me.”


“Everything’s under her name. We’re safe here.”


Chapter 13