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

He had two options. Go back to bed, sleep more curled against Ian and wake up in a few hours feeling like crap because he never slept that much. Or find a way to get some work done without waking Ian up. Both had merits. The night with Ian had been everything Lucas had imagined and more. Ian seemed to know instinctively just what to do to shove Lucas over the edge. His orgasm had ripped through him at a velocity that should have shredded his flesh. But beyond that, the date itself had been proof they got along outside of the odd circumstances that brought them together in the first place. Ian’s dry sense of humor, and his seemingly endless well of knowledge, made him a fascinating companion. He gave as good as he got, and the meal had flown by, even when Lucas had been distracted by the footsie under the table.


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