Abduct

By Margaret Chatwin

Abducted?
Ashley enters the bar with friends, makes a trip to the ladies room, and that's the last thing she remembers. She wakes to the clicking sound of a camera, and a man on the other side of the lens.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Margaret Chatwin
• Release date: Apr 8, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370576234

Margaret Chatwin

I love to laugh, which is weird, considering that my favorite types of movies are dramas. I guess I just crave the emotion they create and their ability to let me inside the head and heart of the character.I like my books the same way - soulful and raw.I don't pretend to be a professional writer. I'm not schooled in all the ins and outs of forming a perfect paragraph, etc, but I do work my tail off to build characters that you can really "feel." Characters that you can fall in love or hate with. Characters that will make you want to turn the next page.You can read reviews of my books or leave one of your own at: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5342646.Margaret_Chatwin

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ABDUCT

A SHORT STORY

BY MARGARET CHATWIN

Copyright © 2020 by Margaret Chatwin. Smashwords Edition

All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, dead or

alive, is purely coincidental.

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any form or by any means – electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise – without the prior written permission of the author. The only exception is brief quotations in printed reviews.

Cover Credits:

Photo: Aleshyn_Andrei/ShutterStock.com

Cover Design: Margaret Chatwin

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CONTENTS

TITLE PAGE

COPYRIGHT

CHAPTER ONE

OTHER BOOKS

SNEAK PEEK

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

WHERE TO FIND ME

ABDUCT

Whoa, she’s drunk as hell, Colt said it, and the other guys sharing his table at the local bar laughed. All of them except Aaron. He pinched at the base of his nose, where it was beginning to hurt and lowered his head. His dark eyes, however, remained on the same thing everyone else’s was on. Her.

He’d been watching her all night. She’d come in around 10:00 with a couple of her girlfriends, and they’d had a few civilized drinks. By 11:00, they’d been joined by a few guys and had drunk a few not so civilized drinks. By midnight her friends had split, and she’d taken to shooting shots with some man, twice her age, at his table.

She was getting a little rowdy. Boisterous too. Saying everything so loudly that the whole place could hear. Laughing at every word the guy she was sitting with said, funny or not. And, now, she was crawling, on her hands and knees, across the tabletop toward him.

Her bent position made her jeans sculpt perfectly, like a layer of paint, around her smooth, tight ass and thighs. And the tank top she wore was falling off. One of the straps was down around the middle of her arm, and the entire right cup of her lacy black bra was on display.

The bra was damn sexy, but not doing its job of holding her in. Her plump, soft breast, was on the verge of escaping, and every