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Release Day for Master of Submission

It's release day on for my latest book ~ MASTER OF SUBMISSION ~ The first book in my powerful new BDSM series. Available from Bookstrand


Club Submission is a fetish and BDSM club in the heart of Boston, Massachusetts. Behind the closed doors are several Masters waiting to make your fantasies come true. So, join me ~ Jan Bowles ~ for a safe, sane and consensual trip into the BDSM world....


....find out how Master Zane helps Emma Parkes discover her submissive side.


The Blurb:


[Siren Everlasting Classic: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, figging, sex toys, HEA]
Thirty-year-old English lawyer Emma Parkes believes Club Submission holds the key to her best friend's disappearance. Well out of her comfort zone, Emma's eyes are opened wide when she observes the Masters of Submission at work. They're so confident and sexually arousing—especially beautiful blue-eyed Master Zane.Submission member and Dom Zane Anders frequently enjoys all the club has to offer. The wealthy, forty-year-old diamond importer has everything he could possibly need—everything except for love. A natural dominant, he's not looking for a permanent submissive in his life. But perhaps he'll make an exception for the stunning lawyer from London.When Club Submission is plunged into a high-profile murder investigation, its very existence is put in jeopardy.Can Emma unlock the truth, or will the devastatingly handsome Zane Anders, a Master of Submission, unlock her deepest sexual desires, instead?A Siren Erotic RomanceTo find out more click HERE

Warning: Sextreme Rating, 18 and over only.


In the 2nd of the series ~ Destined for the Dom ~ See how Zoe Leighton and Master Hunter finally get together after fourteen years apart. Coming to Siren June 2012

Master of Submission ~ Now on pre-order

Master of Submission ~ Now on pre-order HERE
Master of Submission is a BDSM Erotic Romance.Read the excerpts below to find out more. 18's and over please, as the excerpts contain adult material.

STORY EXCERPT
He smiled, and looked tenderly at her. “You’re an enigma all right. I can’t quite figure you out. You’re dressed right for the scene, but I get the feeling that you’re really just an innocent. A mere baby, when it comes to knowing exactly what goes on here.”“What do you mean?”“I know you were sexually aroused, watching the show Jessica and Cole put on.”Emma wasn’t about to admit anything of the sort. She hadn’t been brought up that way. “I wasn’t. I—”“You don’t have to be scared of your own feelings. Just be true to yourself.”She lied again. “I am.” Feeling slightly irritated with his perceptive observations, she added cuttingly, “You don’t know me. We’ve only just met—”At that moment he threaded his fingers through her hair. For such a powerful man, his surprisingly tender touch caught her off guard, and she allowed him to angle her face to his. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. His kiss felt so gentle. She closed her eyes and sighed in utter contentment. No man had ever kissed her this sensually before. When her lips parted, he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue inside her mouth.It had been a long time since she’d been kissed—too long. She responded by threading her arms around his neck, and kissing him back. Her skin where it touched his felt electrified. Tiny pinpricks rippled and pulsed as she tried to get even closer.
ADULT EXCERPT
Zane pulled away and paced the floor. He angrily swished the riding crop in the air several times for dramatic effect. “You disappoint me, my pet. Twice you’ve made a sound without my permission. You must be disciplined for your own good. Two more strikes will be administered to your butt. Understand?”“Yes, Master Zane. Thank you.”It pleased him how well she slipped into the role of sub. His cock ached for Emma. He needed to be deep inside her feminine wetness. It would be an aphrodisiac beyond belief to feel her heart fluttering like a cornered wild animal as he took total control of her.Zane raised the crop high above his head before disciplining her creamy butt twice more. He then massaged the tender flesh, soothing away her submissive cries with gentle caresses of his fingers.“See how well your Master looks after you.” Each time his palms soothed the redness from her butt, he flicked a thumb across her clit. She held her breath, her eyes searching his to second-guess what he would do next. “Remember, not a sound, my pet.”Zane touched her pussy, tenderly caressing her clit before sliding two fingers deep inside. Her vaginal walls clamped and spasmed around him as he finger-fucked her. With them still inside her, he dipped down and swirled his tongue over her clit as yet another orgasm came quivering and shaking from her body.A scream left her lips. “Oh, Master Zane. It’s so powerful it hurts. No more, please.” Her head rocked back and forth as she muttered incoherently. Zane removed his sweats. His cock stood to attention, the purple crown weeping from his arousal. He stroked it from base to tip.“You’ll want this, my pet.”She lifted her head and looked at him. Her eyes widened as she saw what he held in his hand. “Oh, Master Zane. Yes, just you, Master Zane.”Zane rolled a condom down his shaft, and then moved between her legs. He held his cock at her entrance, and leaned over her. Holding his hands on either side of her body to keep his weight from her, he slowly sank his length inside her. She was so tight. Her multiple orgasms had sensitized her vaginal muscles until they clamped around his prick like a vise.“Oh, it hurts so good.” Her chin lifted as she writhed with the ecstasy and the agony, stretching her head back as she gave herself completely. Her breasts thrust toward him, offered to him in ultimate surrender.Zane swooped down and licked the pulse at the base of her throat. He felt her heart beating like a frightened wild bird. He feathered tiny kisses to her beautiful ripe breasts, plucking the tender nipples into his mouth, and teasing them with his teeth.Each stroke of his cock made her whimper and moan. He couldn’t have wished for more from a new sub. Emma was everything he wanted in a woman—intelligent, soft, and submissive. She was extremely compliant when she gave him control.He stared into her hooded, baby-blue eyes as he thrust deep and hard. Teardrops clung to her lashes. Her vulnerability overwhelmed him. At that moment he saw her for the first time. He saw her, and something twisted deep in his gut. She wasn’t just a new sub he wanted to train and use for his own personal enjoyment. Emma was far more than that.Zane needed to know her on an emotional level, too. He wanted to see what she ordered at a fancy restaurant. He wanted to be there when she first woke up in the morning. He wanted to know what made her tick. He leaned down and kissed her sweet, sensual lips, caressing her slowly as she came again…and again. He enjoyed the erotic feminine mews that spilled from her beautiful mouth.“Oh, Zane…it’s so good…so good.” Her head fell back, and her whole body went taut beneath him.“That’s it, baby.” He gently brushed the hair from her eyes, savoring her inevitable surrender. He loved the way their perspiration mingled and mixed as his naked body glided over hers. “Let your Master take care of you.”
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New cover art ~ Master of Submission

New cover art for my latest release 
Master of Submission 
coming to Siren 20th April.
Cover artist Les Byerley. 
He's created a masterful and powerful atmosphere, for the 1st book in the series.
Thank you.
On pre-order HERE

Read the 1st Chapter of SNOWED IN WITH THE MONTANA RANGER

SNOWED IN WITH THE MONTANA RANGERAll-American Heroes
JAN BOWLESCopyright © 2012




Chapter One
Brooke Johnson breathed a sigh of relief as she finally spotted the large, colorful sign welcoming her to Glacier National Park. The views were breathtaking as mountain ranges began sweeping up from the road. Their majestic, snowcapped peaks rising high into the darkening sky.

The fourteen-hour drive from Portland, Oregon, to Montana had been full of incident. Sheer bad luck had played its part in ensuring she arrived just as darkness was descending. Torrential rain had fallen for most of the journey, and just as she'd crossed the state line into the land of the big sky, it had turned to sleet, making the driving even more stressful. The incessant noise of the wipers working at full speed to clear the windshield had given her a throbbing headache.

Thank God for technology. The satellite navigation system would safely direct her to her destination. She was tired and beat. A long, hot bath followed by a good meal and some strong coffee would soon restore normality. Then tomorrow, after a good night's sleep, hopefully she'd wake refreshed, ready to take on the new day.

Studying the biodiversity of flora and fauna and how they are affected by climate change was a dream assignment. It had taken months of preparation to secure the five-year project. No mean feat considering she'd been in the process of divorcing her no-good husband, Scott, for adultery.

She shook her head. Just the thought of him made her shiver involuntarily. To actually catch him between the sheets with another woman had been hard enough, but to find out that the other woman was her sister had caused her to reassess what was important in her life. Her kid sister, Ashleigh, was a spoiled brat, and had always been jealous of her academic achievements. But even she hadn't expected the little drama queen to stoop low enough to steal her man. Maybe it had been her sister's immature way of trying to hurt her. After all she was only twenty-one. However, she doubted her younger sibling's tawdry relationship with her ex-husband would last very long. Like always, Ashleigh wanted what she couldn't have. She would soon grow tired of Scott, just like all the other young men in her life. Brooke's mouth firmed into a thin line of disapproval. The look of smug satisfaction on Ashleigh's face when she'd found her in bed with her husband, Scott, had been nothing less than pure evil. She guessed the little bitch had even sent the anonymous tip-off in a text message to her cell phone. Brooke took a long deep breath before slowly releasing the tension from her body. Her father had told her that blood was thicker than water and wanted them to make up, but she'd refused. At the moment, she had no forgiveness left to give.

Brooke squinted through the windshield awash with sleet and rain as the satellite navigation began issuing instructions. "In three hundred yards turn left at the next intersection. In two hundred yards turn left at the next intersection. In one hundred yards turn left at the next intersection."

"Okay, okay, I hear you, quit talking."

The headlights from an oncoming car suddenly appeared around a sharp bend, blinding her for a moment. Up ahead, she could just make out the turn she needed, and started to brake. A piercing car horn sounded loudly from behind her, and dazzling headlamps filled her rearview mirror.

"Jesus, where the hell did you come from? Can't you give a girl a break?" Why couldn't the local drivers take it easy on someone new to the area? Brooke checked out the large vehicle behind her. "I bet a hundred bucks the driver's a guy. Has to be. Have you Neanderthals never heard of patience?"

Just as she pulled off the main highway, a siren wailed behind her. Her whole body jolted from the sudden noise. Christ, this journey was turning into a nightmare. Brooke squinted into the rearview mirror again. Sure enough, a bright blue light flashed ominously on the car behind her.

"Shit. Just what I need. A traffic ticket from a local cop with nothing better to do." She pulled her car over to the side of the road and switched off the engine.

Through the rain-and-sleet-splattered windows she could just make out a tall, well-built guy emerging from the patrol car. As he walked over to her, she lowered her window a couple of inches. I'd best check out that this guy's a for real cop first. He could be some sort of nut, preying on single women.

Aged about thirty-five, he wore a uniform, but it didn't look like any cop's uniform she'd ever seen. Dark green pants, gray shirt, and a large, wide-brimmed hat. On his belt hung the usual law enforcement tools—handcuffs, radio, and a gun. From what she knew of the area she guessed he was a park ranger. Even in the fast-fading light she saw the lines on his face that creased down from his blue eyes to the edge of his full mouth. If he smiled she knew they would crinkle into lovely dimples.

"How can I help you, officer? I wasn't speeding was I?" she asked, forcing a smile and putting on her best damsel-in-distress voice. If he were thinking about issuing a ticket, maybe her feminine charms could talk him out of it.

The guy didn't smile back. Instead he pushed his badge against her window. "Law Enforcement Ranger Travis McTeer. Wind your window fully down please, ma'am." She realized her feminine charms stood no chance against this guy. He shined a large flashlight directly into her face. Brooke raised a hand to shield her eyes from the piercing white light. Her head throbbed with pain, as he continued speaking, "Is this your vehicle?"

"Yes, it is, and get that light out of my face. I'm no threat to you."

Ignoring her angry request, he said, "I need to check your driver's license and insurance, ma'am."

Why did this fake, second-rate cop need to be such an asshole? Why couldn't he lower the flashlight? "Okay, okay," she answered, irritated. Brooke rifled through her purse and handed him the documents. He studied them for a while before handing them back.

"Professor Johnson, would you mind stepping from the vehicle please." His voice was deep and measured.

Brooke looked directly at him. She heard the unrelenting rain and sleet bouncing off the roof of her car.

"You're kidding me, right? I'll get soaked."

"Professor Johnson, I'm asking you one final time. Step from the vehicle." Huge droplets of water cascaded over the broad brim of his hat, and dripped onto his shoulders and chest. "I won't ask you again, ma'am."

He may have lowered the flashlight, but Brooke noticed he placed a hand on his holster in readiness. "Okay, okay, you win. I guess harassing a woman on her own makes you feel like a big man." She felt her mouth firming into a thin line. Self-important asshole. She pushed open the car door and stepped out into the cold deluge. Incessant, torrential rain and sleet immediately splattered her brand-new, two-hundred-dollar hairstyle flat.

Even with her three-inch, high-heeled boots on, he towered over her. At five foot two she guessed he was a good foot taller. The relentless rain plastered his shirt to his body, showing every muscle in great detail. Talk about well defined. This guy looked like he was no stranger to the gym.

The flood light on his patrol vehicle illuminated the rear of her car. He ushered her to the back, and pointed to her rear lights. "Ma'am, you were driving in hazardous conditions without any lights. Do you know how to switch them on?" he commented sarcastically. "When you braked to take the turn, I only just saw you in time. Luckily I managed to take evasive action. A less skillful and experienced driver may not be so lucky."

Arrogant prick. He thinks he's a good driver. "I'm trying to find my way to Line Creek cabins. I'm new to these parts," she said defensively.

"That's okay, ma'am. I can see you're not from 'round here. We try to be lenient with city folk. Tourists don't realize how dangerous the roads are."

"I see." So he thought she was a tourist. This guy clearly didn't like city dwellers coming into his jurisdiction. Well, she wasn't about to enlighten him that she was staying in the area on a more permanent basis. Brooke forced a smile, feeling anything but friendly toward the self-righteous ranger. He probably thought she needed a mountain guide to pick up groceries from the store. "Are you going to issue me with a ticket?" she asked impatiently. "Because if you are, the sooner you do, the sooner I can be on my way."

He stared at her, pinning her to the spot. Brooke swallowed hard at the commanding look in his eyes.

"Ma'am, I'm in charge here. You go when I say you can go, and not before." He pointed to the rear of her car again. "Did you know your license tags have expired?"

Brooke shook her head. She'd had a lot on her mind lately, what with her divorce from Scott, and the new research project. "I guess if I'd remembered, I would have renewed them." She heard the sarcasm in her own voice, and she guessed he heard it, too. She'd probably get herself into even deeper trouble now? But Goddamn it, this guy was so infuriating. He was a typical male chauvinist, just like her ex-husband. No wonder she was off men for the rest of her life. Well not exactly. She still loved men, but only in small doses. If she never had another relationship with a man, then that was just fine. That way she wouldn't get hurt again.

He briefly smiled. Damn, she'd been right. He did have lovely dimples. Pity he was such an asshole.

"Ma'am, I can see you want to be on your way. So I'm gonna issue you with that ticket you so desperately seem to want."

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Coming Soon to Siren

The countdown is on for my new series ~ MASTERS OF SUBMISSION

Club Submission is a fetish and BDSM club in the heart of Boston, Massachusetts. Behind the closed doors are several Masters waiting to make your fantasies come true. So, join me ~ Jan Bowles ~ for a safe, sane and consensual trip into the BDSM world....

Find out how Master Zane helps Emma Parkes discover her submissive side in the first in my new powerful erotic BDSM series.Master of Submission ~ Coming to Siren 20th April 2012
In the 2nd of the series ~ Destined for the Dom ~ See how Zoe Leighton and Master Hunter finally get together after fourteen years apart. Coming to Siren June 2012
If you can't wait, check out my current BDSM series ~ Guilty Pleasures
All available from Bookstrand HERE
Here's the blurb for Master of Submission
Thirty-year-old English lawyer, Emma Parkes, believes Club Submission holds the key to her best friend's disappearance. Well out of her comfort zone, Emma's eyes are opened wide when she observes the Masters of Submission at work. They're so confident and sexually arousing--especially beautiful blue eyed Master Zane. Submission member and Dom, Zane Anders, frequently enjoys all the club has to offer. The wealthy, forty-year-old diamond importer has everything he could possibly need--everything except for love. A natural dominant, he's not looking for a permanent submissive in his life. But perhaps he'll make an exception for the stunning lawyer from London. When Club Submission is plunged into a high profile murder investigation, its very existence is put in jeopardy. Can Emma unlock the truth, or will the devastatingly handsome Zane Anders, a Master of Submission, unlock her deepest sexual desires, instead?

Tattoos

How I imagine the tribal tattoos of my hero Hunter Black.

New Contract from Siren

The 2nd book in my Masters of Submission has been accepted by Siren. 
This one is called 
DESTINED FOR THE DOM 
and is due for release in June.

Release Day for - Snowed in with the Montana Ranger

I just had to share my wonderful news. My first book in a completely new series is now available.

SNOWED IN WITH THE MONTANA RANGER
All-American Heroes #1

The Blurb:When thirty-two-year-old Professor Brooke Johnson arrives in Glacier National Park, she's there to do a job. After a bitter divorce, she's certainly not looking for a relationship, especially with sexy Montana Ranger Travis McTeer, whose only interest is laying down the law—hard.With two dangerous fugitives on the loose, thirty-six-year-old Travis is not about to take any chances, even if that means upsetting the beautiful yet prickly professor. On his watch, no one breaks the law.Fate intervenes and throws these two opposites together. Now, it's a battle against the elements and two desperate criminals intent on killing them. As they run for their lives in the worst snowstorm to hit Montana for a decade, will they learn to trust one another?Will love flourish when they're snowed in together?A Siren Erotic RomanceClick HERE to find out more.

Just received my cover for SNOWED IN WITH THE MONTANA RANGER

I've just received my new cover for 
SNOWED IN WITH THE MONTANA RANGER
Les Byerley created it. I love it!!
Coming soon to Siren ~ 20th April 2012

Read the 1st Chapter of CLAIMED FOR THE MASTER'S PLEASURE for free

CLAIMED FOR THE MASTER'S PLEASUREGuilty Pleasures 5
JAN BOWLESCopyright © 2012




Chapter One
The irritating rap burst once more into her dream, rousing her from the best sleep she'd had in ages. Lia Constantine pulled the pillow over her head, trying to recapture the pleasant state she'd been in.

The noise invaded her senses again, setting her nerves on edge. "Go away," she mumbled, fighting to return to the highly erotic dream she'd just been enjoying. A gorgeous guy, with the physique of a Greek god, was just about to make love to her. The unwanted interruption couldn't have come at a more inappropriate moment.

A third annoying rap broke into her dream. This time, Lia recognized the sound. There was somebody at the front door.

"Okay, okay, I hear you, I hear you," she shouted, stumbling from the bed and dragging on a robe. "Give me a minute, for Christ's sake."

An unenviable reflection greeted her as she walked into the hallway. The full-length mirror captured her image mercilessly. Through bleary eyes she saw the destructive effect of a night out with her best friend. Her thick blonde hair stuck up in great, long tufts. Makeup was still on her face from the night before, but totally rearranged. Were panda eyes fashionable? Still, she'd had a great night out, celebrating Monica's twenty-fifth birthday. Last night was the first time she'd really enjoyed herself since the untimely death of her father one month ago.

Whoever was at the door would just have to take her as she was. After walking downstairs, she tentatively opened the door a few inches and wearily peered through the gap. A handsome young man with an infectious smile greeted her. He held a huge bouquet of lilies in his arms.

"Flower delivery for you, ma'am."

It was the biggest bouquet of lilies Lia had ever seen, and she'd seen more than her fair share during the last year. "Are you sure they're for me?"

"Well, unless you know of another Lia Constantine who lives at 43 Mount Drive? Perhaps you have a secret admirer, ma'am."

"I doubt it," she scoffed as they were thrust into her arms. As the young man walked away, Lia wondered whom they could be from.

Still half-asleep, she made her way to the kitchen and placed them on the table, then prepared herself a strong black coffee. It took enormous effort to keep her eyes open as she poured the hot beverage into her favorite mug. Once it was made, she sat at the table and cupped the steaming liquid in her hands, feeling like death warmed up.

"Never again," she whispered to herself. "I'm going teetotal from now on."

As Lia idly sipped her coffee, she noticed a small, pale pink envelope lying within the blooms. She fished it from the bouquet and tore it open. Inside was a card.

Ms. Constantine,My deepest condolences on the death of your father.I have arranged a meeting for 2:00 p.m. today at my place of work.I strongly suggest you take the opportunity to attend.Jake BenettiOwner, Arabian Nights Casino, Las Vegas
Lia scratched her head in annoyance. "Jake Benetti? Who the hell is Jake Benetti? And who the hell does he think he is?" I strongly suggest you take the opportunity to attend? How dare he? She turned the card over looking for an explanation. "Damn." There was nothing but a photograph of the casino itself—a tall building of some fifty floors or more, glittering like a tacky jewel in the Las Vegas night sky.

"What the hell does this Benetti guy want from me?" she mumbled into her coffee. Surely he had the wrong woman? She looked at the card again. How did he know her father was dead? Did he even know her father? She couldn't imagine he'd have any connection with a seedy casino owner. She assumed it was a case of mistaken identity.

As someone who hated crass gambling clubs, she tossed the card dismissively away. Wild horses wouldn't make her visit a casino. Her mother had always taught her that gambling and the pursuit of money was the root of all evil. Considering she lived within ten miles of the Strip, the nightlife of Las Vegas had been hard to ignore. The Nevada economy thrived on the gambling fever that constantly swept through the state. But her parents had not succumbed to its glitzy, tawdry lure, choosing instead to make their living from the clean, honest labor of running a simple grocery store, in one of the outlying Vegas communities. However, Lia was worldly enough to know that money from the casinos filtered through to them. The neighborhood was pretty poor, and many of the people they served in her parents' store had taken jobs in the casinos in order to make ends meet. Just like the casinos themselves, it was something her mother chose to ignore.

Lia shook her head. As always her mind drifted to her family. In the last twelve months she'd lost her father, and her wonderful fiancé, Joe. It had been a tough year. One that she wished not to dwell on. She moved the bouquet into the sitting area, placing it next to the photograph of her dead parents. She picked up the framed photo of her fiancé, Joe, and gently kissed his image through the glass.

"No one could ever replace you. Sweet dreams, honey. I'm going back to bed."

Last night had been great. It was time to start living again. Whoever Jake Benetti was, she didn't like him, and she wouldn't be accepting his invitation any time soon.

* * * *
Three days later

Every morning before breakfast, Lia always took an early morning jog. Since the devastating news of Joe's death, and then some eleven months later her father, she found it therapeutic to haul herself out of bed and pound the streets in search of some normality. The exercise released the endorphins in her brain and helped her make sense of the crazy world she currently inhabited. The cool morning air and the solitude as she ran around the block set her up for the long day ahead at the fitness center where she worked as an aerobics instructor. It had been her goal to start her own business as a personal trainer. Her father had left her the money to achieve this in his will when he'd died, and she'd already taken on three new clients. Fred Constantine had been a wonderful man. He'd been marvelous when Joe had been killed in that terrible car crash all those months ago. She took a deep breath, reliving the awful incident. She'd been in the passenger seat, but had just barely survived. Her father had taken care of everything. He'd even paid for a top psychiatrist out of his own pocket when she'd been unable to cope with life anymore. The loss of the man she loved so dearly had hit her hard. She hugged her arms around herself, still feeling his warm, gentle presence. She still couldn't believe he was dead.


Lia quickly glanced at her watch as she jogged past the school gates. Right on schedule. In twenty minutes she'd be home, showered, and ready to start the day. All she had to do was cross the road and run up the drive to her home. A home she had once shared with her parents. Her father had wanted her to move back in with him when her fiancé had died. Little had she known that she would eventually be left on her own.
When she heard a car approaching from behind, she moved to one side, beckoning with her arm for it to pass. She was surprised when the black sedan pulled up alongside her, and a darkened window slowly started to lower.

A craggy-looking man in his forties peered over the glass. "Lia Constantine?"

"I don't know you. Go away."

"Get in."

"I've told you. Go away, creep."

"Mr. Benetti wants to see you, and he won't be happy until he does."

Benetti? That name sounds so familiar. Where have I heard it before? Yeah, the guy who sent the flowers.

"I don't care. Leave me alone, or I'll call the cops."

Keep jogging, Lia. Keep moving. Don't let these creeps see you're scared.

The black sedan suddenly screeched to a halt. A door slammed, and then another. Lia watched the two men stride up to her. One of them spoke. "Lia Constantine, you're coming with us."

Lia looked around for support. It was six in the morning, and there was no one but her and these two very menacing-looking guys. Dressed in black suits, they were huge, the size of pro football players.

The taller of the two guys continued speaking as he stared intently at her. "Hey, Juno, for a minute I thought…" He laughed. "The boss is gonna do a double take."

The other guy with a receding hairline let out a long, slow whistle. "Fuck, Moose. It's like she's come back from the dead."

Feeling threatened and very alone, Lia stepped back, putting some distance between them. "Please. Look, I don't know who you are. Please just go away and leave me alone."

Without warning the bigger guy took hold of her arm, and almost lifted her from the ground. "Get in the car."
Instinctively she clawed her nails down his cheek and pulled herself from his grasp and began running, running, running for her life. "Please, God, somebody help me," she screamed. Nobody. Nothing.

She felt stagnant male breath getting closer and closer before finding her progress halted completely. "Hey, Juno, grab her other arm. For fuck's sake, buddy, get her in the car before we're seen."

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