His Hostage by Anna Adler

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A Kidnapping Crime Romance

Evelyn is trapped in an unhappy marriage with Jack Moorland, the impotent heir to a software fortune. Her husband treats her with nothing but contempt, but Evelyn lacks the confidence to leave him—and he has no intention of letting her go.

Then one fateful night, she accidentally trades her prison for another when she catches an intruder in the act and he takes her captive to make his getaway.

Her kidnapper, the rough-mannered Hal, terrifies her at first. But when she realizes this intimidating stranger treats her better than her so-called husband…and he has feelings for her…Evelyn's resentment turns into desire. Hal was supposed to hold her hostage only until he was sure of his escape…but after things turn steamy between the kidnapper and his victim, will he ever want to release her?

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Excerpt from His Hostage © Copyright 2023 Anna Adler

Somewhere off Interstate 86 W, Saturday, 6 a.m.

Hal woke me up with a nudge of his elbow. I gasped, and my eyes popped open. I fell asleep after all.

He scowled at me. “Time to get up.”

I was stiff and uncomfortable, having slept in my clothes and frozen in one position. I hadn’t dared to move in case I might yank at his wrist. Aside from a few shuffles that nearly caused a panic attack, Hal had remained motionless as well. I wondered if he felt as badly rested as I did.

He didn’t release us from the handcuffs, so when he got up from the bed, I was forced to follow.

“Hey! Ouch!”

He paid me no mind, pulling me along as if I was just a reluctant dog on a leash. He went to the window and peeked outside, and then headed to the bathroom. I hung as far behind as my trapped wrist allowed, uncomfortably aware that he meant to take a leak.

“No, wait. Can’t you leave me behind?”

“Too much trouble,” he scoffed.

Oh God, gross.

But I didn’t dare protest. I turned away as far as possible while he relieved himself, trying not to think where my hand was. I didn’t get why men had no hiccups about peeing in front of other people. It’s incredibly unfair. Afterward, I followed him to the sink. He washed his hands, and then pulled me with him back to the room where he released my wrist.

“All right, your turn, but don’t take too long. I wanna be on the road as soon as possible.”

I grabbed my purse and fled to the bathroom. Peeing with the door open was still painfully humiliating, especially with him no doubt listening to what was going on. But I reminded myself that it was not safe to argue with him. I washed my face and tried to dab on some makeup, after which I combed my tangled hair and tied it in a loose bun. When I came out of the bathroom, I found Hal dressed and ready to go. He had packed away his strange ninja outfit, and now wore faded blue jeans, the black T-shirt he had slept in, and a dark brown, all-weather coat. At his raised eyebrows, I quickly collected my coat and followed him out.

It was raining. I rounded my shoulders, and tucked my coat tighter around me when the chill of the autumn breeze hit me. We got into the car, and Hal switched the heater on. I now had the presence of mind to notice that the car was clean and modern, and smelled pleasantly of the black leather upholstery. Hal dangled a pair of handcuffs in front of me with a stern look. I shrunk back in my seat.

“What do you think? Shall I cuff you, or can you promise you’ll be good during the drive?” he asked.

“I’ll be good,” I said.

What on earth could I do, anyway? Jump out of the moving car? Try to grab the steering wheel and plunge us off the road? No way. I just wasn’t crazy like that.

He put the cuffs back into his coat pocket and started the car. Surprised and grateful, I immediately appreciated this little freedom.

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