Hunter was treating it like a game. Turns out it’s anything but.
Take one summer Citadel Security assignment as a bodyguard for a scumbag. Add in being in the closet, sprinkle on falling in love with a sex slave, and throw in a spoonful of bloody massacre, a pinch of knowing too much, and a heavy dash of finding out everything is connected to your conniving, controlling, sinister, incarcerated, career-criminal grandfather. What do you get?
Screwed, my friend. Royally screwed. It’s a recipe for disaster.
And Hunter McCoy doesn’t know what to do. He’s got a job to do. He’s got a scumbag to protect. He’s got a lover to spring, along with a whole group of other young men being held in an attic. He’s got a dad who’s worried about him. And at some point, he’s gotta come out.
Looks like it’s going to be an interesting summer.