Chapters (184)
- Cover
- Title page
- Dedication page
- Epigraph page
- PROLOGUE
- BOOK ONE
- 1
- 2
- 3
- 4
- 5
- 6
- 7
- 8
- 9
- 10
- 11
- 12
- 13
- 14
- 15
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- 17
- 18
- 19
- 20
- 21
- 22
- 23
- 24
- 25
- 26
- 27
- 28
- 29
- 30
- 31
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- 33
- 34
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- 36
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- 40
- 41
- 42
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- 49
- 50
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- 53
- 54
- 55
- 56
- 57
- 58
- 59
- 60
- 61
- 62
- 63
- 64
- 65
- 66
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- BOOK TWO
- 68
- 69
- 70
- 71
- 72
- 73
- 74
- 75
- 76
- 77
- 78
- 79
- 80
- 81
- 82
- 83
- 84
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- 87
- 88
- 89
- 90
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- 93
- 94
- 95
- 96
- 97
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- 100
- 101
- 102
- 103
- 104
- 105
- 106
- 107
- 108
- 109
- 110
- 111
- 112
- 113
- 114
- 115
- 116
- 117
- 118
- 119
- 120
- 121
- 122
- 123
- BOOK THREE
- 124
- 125
- 126
- 127
- 128
- 129
- 130
- 131
- 132
- 133
- 134
- 135
- 136
- 137
- 138
- 139
- 140
- 141
- 142
- 143
- 144
- 145
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- 149
- 150
- 151
- 152
- 153
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- 156
- 157
- 158
- 159
- 160
- 161
- 162
- 163
- 164
- 165
- 166
- EPILOGUE
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
- NAMELESS
- RUTHLESS
- LAWLESS
- DANGEROUS
- STAY DEAD
- About the Author
- By Jessie Keane
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
‘Don’t have to. I can beat ’em.’
‘Cock-sure, ain’t you,’ said Pole, but he was smiling.
‘I know my own abilities.’
‘Come on over to the van, let’s talk.’
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Shauna managed to sleep at last, and she woke when daylight crept through the curtains. The events of yesterday evening rushed back to her – getting rid of the Milo bitch and that damned hound of hers, leaving the campsite, arriving here and then falling into bed with Josh, who’d had her during the night. Had her, thinking . . . what? That she was really Claire? No. She reckoned that Claire was still a virgin – well, she had been until Ciaran and Jeb got hold of her. She thought that Josh had used her, like she was just anybody. That enraged her, killed her, but she would work on him, she would alter his feelings. She was hell-bent on that.
She flopped on to her back and stretched out a hand, a smile starting on her lips – and then she realized he was gone. Shauna shot up in the bed, her eyes casting around in the gloom. She could make out her bag, there on the floor. His wasn’t with it.
‘Shit! No, no, no . . .’ She flung herself from the bed and yanked back the curtains, feeling her heart thudding in her chest as she stared down at the driveway and saw that Josh’s beat-up old Ford Zephyr was gone too. Her mouth was dry as dust. She turned, groped for the clothes he’d pulled off her sometime during the night. That bastard. He’d screwed her and left her.
She yanked on her pants, her jeans, her bra and shirt. Glanced at her watch. Seven a.m. Hopefully Scrooge and his lady wife wouldn’t be up, getting the breakfast started. It wouldn’t be anything fancy anyway, she thought. Dry toast and a scrape of marge, maybe.
Shauna grabbed her bag, opened the door as quietly as she could. She didn’t want to bump into that ugly bugger and have to start explaining where her ‘husband’ had got to. Wounded and furious, she crept down the stairs and heard a loo chain pull somewhere in the house. Hurrying, she slipped outside into the dewy morning. She trotted down to the road, looked left and right, then headed south, back toward the campsite. She reckoned for sure that he’d gone back there, looking for the Milo bitch, hoping to change her mind over the marriage. On the way, she was going to find a phone box and call up a taxi. She had cash enough for that.
Fucking Josh Flynn.
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