Chapter 1
It was late afternoon on the movie set and Jack Bradford stood outside his trailer. He scowled at the tightly closed door, willing it to open from the inside, without him having to knock and march in. But that wasn’t happening.
He’d been joined by a small group of fellow actors. Firstly, a handsome blond man with the chiselled profile of a young Greek god, but dressed rather oddly in pseudo-military gear—at least, that’s what the cloth headband and the camouflage pants suggested. The camo pants were ripped artistically at the back, so that the pale skin of his pert, nude buttocks showed through. He wore nothing else, his smooth, bare torso glistening in the waning light as if he’d been well and truly oiled. Which he had.
On the other side of Jack stood a strongly built man of
