Kidnapped

By Xondra Day

Sam Kindley has lived a rocky life. Being a hired gun for a local crime lord isn't easy, but it pays well, so what's a guy to do? Life is routine. The boss gives him a job and he completes it without incident.

Kidnapping Tyler Hanson and holding him for ransom seems like an easy enough task. But Sam never expected to be attracted to his mark. When sparks fly between them things become complicated. The heat sears and after a couple of hot encounters emotions quickly become involved.

Tyler Hanson never thought that he'd actually like his kidnapper, but his world is turned upside down in a moment of lust. Things are never what they seem, but maybe it's all for the best. There's much more to Sam than his rough and gruff exterior.

In a most unconventional scenario can love survive? Will Tyler?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight Publishing
• Release date: May 21, 2017
• ISBN: 9781773392875

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Copyright© 2017 Xondra Day

ISBN: 978-1-77339-287-5

Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Editor: Lisa Petrocelli

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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

KIDNAPPED

Romance on the Go ®

Xondra Day

Copyright © 2017

Chapter One

Suddenly their plan didn’t sound so good. Not that he would have ever dared say anything against it, but the doubts floating through his mind were real. Sam Kindley reached down to his side to feel for the gun secured in its holster. He hoped there would be no need to use it for this job. He’d had to use it before, and afterward it always left him feeling a little unhinged. You had to be unhinged to kill someone for money.

Sam.

What? he asked, snapping back into the real world.

Phil pointed to the house straight ahead. Is that the right address?

That’s it. Last house on the road. Sam paused, mulling over the details of the location. Two-story Victorian with lots of decorative woodwork.

Who is this kid anyway?

Hardly a kid, he’s twenty-three years old.

A kid, Phil said. Compared to me he’s a kid.

The son of some rich bastard high up on the totem pole of business and the political scene, Sam continued. There were some things they didn’t need to know to get the job done. They did know enough to justify what was about to happen. Pull over there. He pointed a little ways down from the house. Lots of trees and shrubs. No need to draw unnecessary attention to ourselves.

Good cover and the houses are far apart, Phil added.

At two in the morning, Sam doubted that anyone would be up to spot them. The town was smallish and glancing around he didn’t see any lights on in the surrounding homes or security cameras in sight. Let’s get this done. He pulled a rubber clown mask down over his face and got out of the van. Phil did the same, muttering how much he hated fucking clowns.

Sam walked quietly up the front path with Phil in tow. He went around the side of the house and crossed over the lawn to the patio area where he noted a home security sign on the glass of one of two doors. He immediately looked to his left and spotted a box. He shook his head at the stupidity of the companies that installed these systems. Any burglar worth his salt would know where to look and what to look for. With a quick snip of a couple of