Thousands of girls are taken each year. Bought. Sold. Held captive by monsters.
I didn't know anything about that world. I was a small-town woman, who was past thirty with no romantic prospects in sight. Then, Brett Jacobs waltzed into my life. He caressed my thigh, lowered his soft mouth to my skin, took sexual control of my mind and stirred it all around with what he packed in his pants.
I fell hard and didn't ask any questions. I guess I should have.