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Blurb:

Aiden Moore longs for independence, a life far removed from his father’s criminal
empire. Malcolm Campbell, his father’s loyal right-hand man and Aiden’s bodyguard, is dedicated solely to his duty. Despite their initial hostility, an undeniable and increasingly volatile chemistry sparks between them.

When his father crushes Aiden’s hopes for a new beginning, Aiden makes the reckless choice to run away. Malcolm, confronted with his boss’s anger, chases after him. When they finally meet at a hotel deep within New Hampshire’s White Mountains, their long-held tension erupts, revealing hidden desires as Aiden and Malcolm face a temptation too great to resist—a forbidden love that might cost them everything.

Excerpt:

Part of Malcolm’s job was to visit Vermont every few weeks and follow Aiden around the campus of the fancy liberal arts college he attended, a place where every building reeked faintly of mildew, and dust, cigars of professors past. As the leaves went from green to orange to brittle brown, and back to green, Malcolm remained his ever-present shadow, never far behind. A situation that didn’t please either of them, though Aiden was a lot more vocal about it.

The last time he’d shown up at his school, right before Aiden’s summer break, Aiden had made his displeasure wellknown.

“Do you have to follow me so closely?” Aiden asked as he broke away from a group of students and pulled Malcolm into a nearby cluster of trees.

Malcolm tried not to think about the way Aiden’s fingers lingered on his arm a fraction too long. Or how the heat of his gaze made Malcolm warm, in a way he had never felt before, had never wanted to feel before.

“Pretend I’m not even here.”

Aiden blew back a lock of his hair, a wayward curl falling in front of his big, amber colored eyes. Pretty as the rest of him, with his pouty lips, and delicate features, the curve of his eyebrows, and the sharp jut of his chin, a strong contrast to his more innocent qualities. Did Aiden know the effect he had on him? On the gaggle of girls, and more than a few boys, hanging on his every word?

“Yeah, as if I could,” Aiden sighed. He sounded far too tired and knowing for someone his age. “Do me a favor and stay away from me.”

Malcolm stepped forward, forcing Aiden to either back up or stand his ground. To Malcolm’s amazement, and growing arousal, he didn’t give a single inch. “If you’ve a problem with me being here, talk to your father. Otherwise, don’t think for a second you can order me around like the rest of your little friends.”

“You know what, I’m not going to stand around and argue with you all day,” Aiden seethed. “Just back off and leave me alone.

As Aiden moved past him, Malcolm caught him by his forearm. Aiden tried to jerk his arm back, but Malcolm held tight. He was walking into dangerous territory too, and he knew it. But in that fraction of a second, all Malcolm saw was the tantalizing shape of Aiden’s smart mouth. The temptation to kiss him was so strong his knees went weak with the urge.

“Asshole,” Aiden sneered as he tore himself free. Yet, his breathing was shallow, labored, and he licked his lips, almost expectant. Almost as if he waited for Malcolm to take the choice away from him. When Malcolm didn’t, he launched into another tirade. “Who the hell do you think you are putting your hands on me? I don’t have time for this.”

He turned back to his friends, but Malcolm called after him. “What?”

“Word to the wise,” Malcolm said. “But you should rethink the clubs you join.”

Aiden paled, and Malcolm was sorry then for the distress he’d caused. He wanted to take it back, but Aiden had to know, didn’t he know, how dangerous all this was?

“Mind your own business,” he shouted before fleeing from Malcolm. “Stay the hell out of my life.”

Shaking off the memory, Malcolm gripped the steering wheel with both hands. His knuckles, bone-white, clenched tight enough to hurt. With only the steady hum of the open road for company, Malcolm followed Aiden as if his life depended on it.