~ Scotty ~My name is Scotty. .

. Well, Maxwell Prescott, but everyone calls me Scotty.

At least my friends do, and it has been a very long time since I've seen them. A decade.

I missed them a lot, especially when I need someone to talk to about how dismal my life was. Working a low salary, dead-end job in my father's company was not how I saw my life going when I was at the university, but it wasn't like I had a choice.

My stepmother controlled every aspect of my life. When an incredibly sexy bartender stumbled into my life, I wanted one thing that my stepmother didn't control.

I wanted Beck, and when I go him, I didn't want to give him up. My stepmother had other plans.

She'd handpicked my bride, and it wasn't Beck. I have to do something to escape this money-grubbing witch, and I know just the people to call.

~ Beck ~Scotty walking into my life had been a surprise, and a wonderful one. I could easily see myself spending the rest of my life with him.

That life would be a whole lot easier to live if the both of us weren't hiding in the closet. Unfortunately, hiding our relationship from everyone is our only choice.

The only way that Scotty can see his father once a week is if he stays under his stepmother's control. That choice gets a whole lot harder when Scotty suddenly becomes engaged, and not to me.

Instead of being heartbroken, I decide to do everything within my power to help Scotty escape, but the plan we devise comes with danger, to me, to Scotty, and to his stroke-ridden father. If we fail, none of us may get out of this alive.

Warning: Gay erotic romance. The material in this book contains explicit sexual content that is intended for mature audiences only.

All characters involved are adults capable of consent, are over the age of eighteen, and are willing participants. .