The Escape: Soren's Saga (Book 3)
Blurb:
Dancing, loud music, drinking and sex...
Who wouldn’t love a job that entailed all these things?
After giving up on school and being cast aside by an unsupportive family, Soren Matheson figured he’d landed every young man’s dream job.
But... there is a catch.
Not everything is as it seems and at the end of the day...
Maybe even dream jobs don’t exist.
Remy Moretti lives in a world of precision and order. When a chance run-in with a sassy, sarcastic blond one evening upsets his structured world, Remy needs to find out who he is.
What he discovers makes his hair stand on end.
The defeat and fear hidden behind the young man’s eyes gives him nightmares.
Someone needs to get to the bottom of this.
Until then, Remy will need to do what it takes to keep Soren safe.
TRIGGER: sex-trafficking, abuse (off-page)
Excerpt:
Shaking my head, I flicked off the switch and turned to the other open door opposite the bathroom. It was dark inside, but after checking down the hall to ensure I was alone, I turned on the light from a switch on the wall and entered.
Shaking my head, I flicked off the switch and turned to the other open door opposite the bathroom. It was dark inside, but after checking down the hall to ensure I was alone, I turned on the light from a switch on the wall and entered.
It was his bedroom.
Plush, wall to wall cream-colored carpet spanned the large space. A queen-sized bed sat square in the room with a navy and gold, silk duvet, perfectly smoothed over its top, utterly wrinkle-free. Two dressers, polished and symmetrically placed so they balanced the furniture, flanked either side. A leather lounge chair was nestled in one corner by a bookshelf whose books had been arranged from tallest to shortest. More plants covered a small table by the window, pruned and flawless. Not a single item was out of place. No clothes littered the floor. No dust.
Nothing.
How could anyone live in a room like that?
I walked in and turned circles as I looked around. It was too much. My impulse to just mess everything up was so strong, I laughed out loud.
“Go ahead. Say it. It will not be anything I haven’t heard before.”
Startling, I swung around to face Remy who leaned against the door frame, arms crossed over his broad chest. He didn’t look upset to find me there, in fact he was smiling.
“You know this isn’t normal, right?” I said, circling a finger to encompass the room.
He chuckled and scanned his own bedroom. “I’m aware. I’m working on it.”
I cocked an eyebrow and dashed a look to his picture-perfect bed. “Do you even sleep in that bed?” I edged my way toward it, a smirk growing on my face.
“Every night.” He studied me cautiously. “What are you doing?”
I pinched a small piece of duvet between fingers and slowly gathered more fabric into my hand until I’d accumulated a fistful. I watched him intently, mischief brewing.
“Soren,” he warned.
Then I yanked it.
Hard.
And brought half of the covers to the floor. I gaped dramatically as his eyes widened, and held a hand to my mouth in feigned surprise.
“Oh, oh! I wrecked your bed. Now what?”
The amusement never left his face. His gaze shot from the duvet, sprawled out on the floor, to me. In two strides, he crossed the room and I squeaked, jumping onto the bed as I tried to get away from him. He snagged me by the ankle and pulled me back, as I yelped and squirmed in his hold. But I was laughing so hard I couldn’t fight him off.
He spun me and I landed on my back across the bed. Grasping both my wrists, he pinned me down, hovering only inches away. His smile was genuine and so big it shone out his eyes. I was glad I hadn’t upset him.
“You drive me crazy.”
I laughed and squirmed more. “You like it.”
“I do. Very much.”
I was on fire. What he made me feel blurred all my lines and diminished my ability to think.
Unable to resist, I lifted my head and brought our lips together again.
Other books in this series include:
No Regrets (Book 1)
New Beginnings: Abel's Journey (Book 2)
Author Bio:
Nicky James lives in the small town of Petrolia, Ontario, Canada and is mother to a wonderful teenage boy and wife to a truly supportive and understanding husband, who thankfully doesn't think she is crazy.
Nicky has always had two profound dreams in life; to fall back hundreds of years in time and live in a simpler world, not bogged down by technology, and to write novels. Since one of those dreams is impossible, she decided to make the other come alive on paper.
Nicky began her writing career dabbling in the fantasy and historical m/m genres. Recently she has moved toward m/m contemporary and has given new meaning to the term "ugly cry". Wine, chocolate and a surplus of tissues may be needed when enjoying her stories.
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