Laycie

When your husband tries to kill you, the world you thought you knew shatters in an instant.

My bosses: three dangerous, beautiful men who should be the last people I trust,

kidnap me to keep me alive.

To hide me from the danger closing in.

To mark me as theirs so no one else can touch me.

I don't know who wants me gone

or why someone is willing to pay to own me.

But I know this: they will protect me from anything. They prove it when night they rip me out of the buyer's hands

before he can claim what he thinks is his.

I am terrified. Branded.

Caught between danger and desire.

And yet...with them is the first time I feel like I might actually survive.

Axton

We take her because death is closing in.

Her husband wants her gone, and someone with money and power is already circling to claim her.

So we step in first. Kidnap her. Hide her.

Brand her as ours so no one else will dare touch her.

Call it obsession. Call it control. I won't deny either.

Because from the moment I see the fear in her eyes, I know exactly what I will become for her, the shield, the weapon, the man willing to burn the world before letting her be taken.

We will save her once. We'll do it again. And again. And again.

Because she isn't a commodity. She isn't a target.

She isn't a prize to be bought.

She's ours. And anyone who tries to take her

will learn that the hard way.