Jack & Robb: Kidnapped!

By Claire Westwood

When the two big, burly, leather-clad bikers stride into the bank, Amber’s not sure what’s going on - until they pull out shotguns! Jack and Robb, two brothers in arms, are making off with as much cash as they can carry. But Amber isn’t prepared to be grabbed as a hostage - and she definitely isn’t prepared to be hauled away! What will these rough men do to her, now that she’s entirely at their mercy?

Warning: this story contains intense scenes of sexual pleasure between two powerful biker brothers and their (willing) captive, and is intended only for adult audiences who can handle the blazing heat!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Claire Westwood
• Release date: Jun 29, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311359971

Claire Westwood

Claire Westwood grew up in the heartland of the country, surrounded by cornfields and cattle. She spent every summer reading, and by the time she left the Midwest, she had finished nearly every fiction book in her town's public library.Claire now lives in San Francisco, where she divides her time between composing long, intimate stories to send to her overseas lover, and editing these stories to share with the world.

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Jack & Robb: Kidnapped!

Written by Claire Westwood

Copyright 2014 Claire Westwood

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Jack & Robb: Kidnapped!

Book design by Claire Westwood

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Adult content warning: All characters are legal adults and are not blood relations.

CHAPTER 1

I knew that they were trouble from the moment that they stepped into the bank.

From my spot behind the counter, sitting up closest to the door, I was the first to see them as they slouched inside. Both of the men had to be over six feet tall, and their menacing black leather jackets didn’t make them any less intimidating. One of them was holding a large leather bag, while the other had a pair of thick, rough-forged iron chains looped over both shoulders, criss-crossing his chest. Chains also had his hair grown out, falling down to brush at his shoulders, while his partner with the bag had his own locks trimmed short.

As they stepped inside, the open door let a blast of hot, arid air into the bank from outside. I shivered a little as it swept over me, displacing the cool comfort of the air conditioning. It was the middle of August in Arizona, and the heat outside was oppressive. I was acutely grateful that my job only required me to sit behind a counter in an enclosed, cooled location.

My shiver caught the eye of the nearest man, the one holding the bag, and he glanced up and made direct eye contact with me. The intensity of his eyes caught me off guard - they were bright, icy blue, penetrating through me in an instant. He stared at me for a moment, his expression intense - and then he gave me a brief smile, little more than a flash of even white teeth like tombstones.

A moment later, my manager was dashing out of his office, summoned by the ringing of the little bell mounted above the door. We were a fairly small branch, but there were several exceedingly wealthy clients who lived in the huge ranches out on the outskirts of town. This kept my boss on edge, always ready to bow and scrape and serve his more economically gifted masters.

Welcome to Silver City Trust! he was already reeling off, speaking in polished tones, before even turning around the corner of his office. What can I do for you today…

As he caught sight of the two big men who had entered, my manager’s voice faded away. These were definitely not the wealthy clients that