I wrote romance stories. But I never expected to be living in one.
At least, it started out that way.
In the kind of meet-cute I’d put in my own books, I met Xavier by the romance section in a bookstore. Within the first five minutes, I knew he was someone I wanted to see again. And in some stroke of luck, he felt the same way, asking me out on a date before he left.
For the next few months after that, everything was perfect. An amazing boyfriend—handsome, sweet, not just former Special Forces, but worked for an elite security company—who treated me like gold. It was just like all the stories I created in my head, but this time, it was real.
Until the worst night of my life. When I was taken, held captive, and the fate I faced was worse than anything I could have written. My romance story turned into a nightmare.
