Hot for Hostage

by Maggie Evans

We had a funeral for a plant. … A plant. I couldn’t believe it.

With the way she was looking at me right now—with laughter and affection dancing in her gorgeous eyes—I’d follow her anywhere.

Davian’s lips curved against my neck. “You’re the one with the gun, sweetheart. You make the demands.”

“I don’t want you to be good at those things. I want you to be you, Sadie. Beautiful, kind, and so very brave.” He pressed a kiss to my face between each compliment, making me smile. “There’s nothing weak about you, sweetheart.”

Sadie’s Guide to Hostage-Taking Being Taken Hostage Forming a Partnership with Your Hostage Embracing the Hostage Lifestyle Not Freaking Out Escaping Being Taken Hostage (Again) Falling for Your Hostage, Tip #39: If you play your cards right, you might never have to let your hostage go.

As cute as Sadie would look with a pink gun, the world just wasn’t ready for it. Neither was my blood pressure.

“I think it’s time we make this hostage arrangement permanent.” I nodded toward the ring. “Put it on your finger.”

“Now, will you make me the happiest hostage in the world and be my wife?”

“Didn’t you make a promise not to feed the horny demon in public anymore?”