Oh No, My Kidnapper Is Hot! by Storm Sterling

The plot is hot.

And so is my kidnapper.
I’m talking women swooning in the streets kind of hot. Fainting at the sight of his smile kind of hot. Once in a lifetime kind of hot.
And he wants me.
It would be perfect, really, if he weren’t completely off his rocker.
I mean.
Come on.
He thinks he’s an assassin, and he kidnapped me. Because every hot assassin needs a tall blonde girl hanging around. Could he be more cliche?
Hot or not, he needs to be contained. Hospital, prison — I’m not picky. I’ll have him tied up in a shiny pink bow for the professionals in no time, then it’s Mai Tais on the beach for the rest of my days.
But first, how do I get out of these cuffs…