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 he’d ever been more excited than he was at that moment, Ian couldn’t remember it. He could barely remember his own name as he clutched at Lucas’s shoulders. He certainly couldn’t tell Lucas how amazing it felt, since his voice chose that moment to disappear with any lung capacity he might have had. His earlier fear that this would all be over too soon reared its ugly head again, but all he could do was stand there and quiver like he was back in sixth form, fumbling with Gareth Hopkins in the boys’ toilet.


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