Hollywood actors may be famous and possibly rich, but that doesn’t always make things easy for them. Chase and Aidan have to deal with the darker side of life in this story about an obsessed fan – someone who is obsessed with their characters from the cop series they appear in, not even themselves as who they are. And while the kidnapping is part of the story, the bigger focus is on what happens afterward, when they deal with Chase’s injuries, his recovery, and the fact that one of the kidnappers got away. Chase is the one who is kidnapped while Aidan is on a vacation with is sister, and he deals with the awful feeling of being trapped and helpless in some hotel room fairly well. What he finds more difficult to handle is the fact that one of the kidnappers gets violent to the point that Chase ends up in hospital – once he is found and rescued. Aidan is the one who has to deal with his guilt about “leaving Chase”, even for just a short time, as well as the physical injuries that mean Chase is unconscious for a long time. Luckily everyone in both families is very supportive, but it is still a tough situation. And once Chase wakes up, finding a balance between being protective and giving Chase the space he needs to recover is difficult for Aiden. If you like your romances with a trace of suspense, if two ordinary men in extraordinary circumstances interest you, and if you’re looking for a read that is as suspenseful as it is sweet, then you might like this short story.
Chase Riley, a Hollywood actor, is kidnapped. One of the abductors, Luke Nelson, is delusional and thinks that Chase is Elliot, the character Chase plays in his procedural cop series on TV. Luke plans to replay what happened to Elliot on the show with Chase. The worse thing is that Luke gets help from his father who seems to be as crazy as his son.
Chase's boyfriend, co-actor Aidan Buffett, is on a trip with his sister when Chase is abducted. He grows worried when his call to Chase goes unanswered. Will he ever see his boyfriend again?
This is a previously published work. It has been edited for Evernight Publishing.
Be Warned: m/m sex
Chase’s mind whirled and before he thought of anything else, he grabbed the door and threw himself out—or so he thought. The man was faster. A lot faster. He seized Chase by his jacket and just—stabbed him in his side. Chase caught his breath, and for some time he didn’t realize what happened. He sucked in a breath and whimpered when the guy yanked the knife out none too gently. Chase felt his world darken so he didn’t notice when the man slipped out of the car, came to be at the driver’s door, and wrenched him out from behind the steering wheel. As his breathing turned labored, Chase grappled at the source of the pain on his side and winced as he grasped it.
“Come on. Move.” The guy grabbed him by the shoulder and pushed Chase in front of him.
Chase swayed in the man's clutches, but he pulled himself up as he controlled his breath.
Chase attempted to plant his feet as he was dragged up the stairs, but the pain had become too much and he could only comply. At one time the man rested him against the wall, took off his sunglasses, and pulled down his jacket hood, revealing himself. Chase gasped. The man was practically the mirror image of that Bob Nelson he met earlier at the diner, only rounder and much sturdier. And also a lot younger. What worried Chase was this man took off his disguise and didn’t seem too concerned he could recognize him. Not like Chase would be able to escape him and go to the cops, anyway. He was too sluggish to even move. They'd come in the back door, but not much attention was given to them by those at the front desk. Chase suspected that the man had stayed in the hotel long enough that he'd become just another familiar face.
The man's grip tighten around his arm, but Chase kept his glare toward the receptionist in an attempt to get his attention—which failed totally—for the guy kept his head down. As his abductor dragged him toward the elevator, Chase palmed his side and lifted his hand with dread. It was damp and deep red with blood.
"Don’t do anything you’re going to regret," the guy whispered to his ear as they got into the elevator, which, to Chase's dismay, was empty. "I don't want to have to kill you, Elliot. I love you."
Chase turned cold at the mention ofhis character's name. "I'm not Elliot," he choked out. "I'm Chase."
"Hush." The man pulled Chase's back against him, wrapping his long, muscled arm around Chase's shoulders, waving the knife before Chase’s eyes.
Chase began to tremble.