Snatch Me: Game 4 Love, #1
By Nara Malone
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From the moment Jolie discovers the Quarterz, a virtual post-apocalyptic world for capture role-players, she can't resist the challenge. She's chosen a hard game, where sexual submission to a captor is expected, demanded, no quarter given. She uses the challenge to escape real life and feels a sense of kinship to a world like the Quarterz, a society too broken to fix.
Mack created the Quarterz and took a gamble when he secretly lured Jolie there. He suspects he and Jolie share sexual interests that neither can admit in person. Now he has to hope that time in the Quarterz can help Jolie cope as she struggles to rebuild her life. He has to stand back and allow her to find her way in a game where he's not always the captor. But when the game is over, he's determined to be the one who wins Jolie for real.
Nara Malone
Real world author, virtual world explorer, poet, game writer, environmentalist, lover of all that is creative or geeky. Nara Malone is an award winning novelist, game writer, and poet. As a freelance journalist and writer, her feature profiles on women entrepreneurs and her romantic short stories have been published in newspapers, magazines, and digital publications. Nara lives on a small farm in the shadow of the Blue Ridge Mountains. When she’s not writing, she loves to run, hike, bike, and kayak. Every story she tells incorporates her love of animals, nature, and adventure.
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Snatch Me - Nara Malone
Snatch Me
Nara Malone
From the moment Jolie discovers the Quarterz, a virtual post-apocalyptic world for capture role-players, she can’t resist the challenge. She’s chosen a hard game, where sexual submission to a captor is expected, demanded, no quarter given. She uses the challenge to escape real life and feels a sense of kinship to a world like the Quarterz, a society too broken to fix.
Mack created the Quarterz and took a gamble when he secretly lured Jolie there. He suspects he and Jolie share sexual interests that neither can admit in person. Now he has to hope that time in the Quarterz can help Jolie cope as she struggles to rebuild her life. He has to stand back and allow her to find her way in a game where he’s not always the captor. But when the game is over, he’s determined to be the one who wins Jolie for real.
Snatch Me
ISBN 9781419935084
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Snatch Me Copyright © 2011 Nara Malone
Edited by Grace Bradley
Cover design by Syneca
Electronic book publication October 2011
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Snatch Me
Nara Malone
Dedication
Special thanks to authors Tibby Armstrong and Kelly Jamieson, my inspirations to keep going and try new things.
Chapter One
You know that girl in the horror movies, the one who hears noises bumping around in the night when she’s home all alone? The one who decides to go downstairs in her panties and bra—defenseless—instead of sneaking out the bedroom window. You know. You’ve felt the hair rise on the back of your neck as she creeps down the hallway. When she calls out, Who’s there?
You know who’s there. You know there’s a guy with a long knife, and he’s ready, hidden in shadow at the bottom of the stairs. Waiting. Your heart pounds when she reaches that point where just one more step will deliver her into those waiting hands. In one more step you’ll see that blade descend, hear her scream. You scream at her. Turn around. Run. Get out of the house.
But she doesn’t.
I’m that girl.
I’m hovering in the entrance to an alley. And yeah, I know there is trouble at the other end. An overturned police cruiser a few feet away is on fire, oily black smoke curls upward, fading into a blacker sky. The streetlamps here were broken so long ago there are no fragments of lens glass left under them. If those clues weren’t warning enough, No Escape is emblazoned in red spray paint across the gray cinderblock wall that marks the Quarterz entrance.
This isn’t a place anyone cares enough to fix. I look back at the cop car. Those who try to fix it end up regretting the effort.
I know. I know. This is not a place girls should go alone. It’s not a place girls should go together. It’s no place for a young woman in a denim miniskirt, a translucent white tank top, no bra, no panties. But that’s what I am and that’s what I’m wearing.
Why?
I don’t know. Maybe because I’ve stopped caring. Maybe because when I’m standing here at the opening of this dark alley, that dead, empty feeling I’ve lived with these past months is washed away by a sizzle of nerves, a longing for the challenge of a fight, and a belief that I have a fair shot at winning.
I’m drawn to this place like a moth to a flame. I feel a kinship with the Quarterz—understand the hopelessness of being too broken to fix. I’ve spent three days arguing with myself, telling myself this is a bad idea, but I knew three days ago the sanest of my selves was outnumbered. I can’t be free from the pull of this place until I know why I want this. Until I’ve looked my darkest desires in the eye and walked through them.
My sandal connects with a shard of glass that grates over concrete, releasing the odor of fresh beer. It stings in my nostrils, along with the scent of urine both stale and fresh. A soft scrabble of small feet behind a trashcan raises gooseflesh on my arms. A breeze lifts my hair, licks at the sweat trickling down my neck. The sharp crackle and whoosh of the wind-fed flames makes me jump. It’s just the death gasps of the burning cruiser I passed at the entrance. All evidence that I’m in the wrong place at the wrong time. Whispered warnings. Telling me to run. If I had sense I’d listen. Ask yourself this—don’t you get tired of being sensible?
I can’t make out more than the sharp angles of crates and barrels lining brick walls as I move deeper into the alley. I hear the distant lap of the river at its shore, the slight moan of the wind and the sound of my sandals scuffling over grit and squishier things I don’t want to think about. My heart thumps like a bass drum as the darkness deepens. It raps against my breastbone as if trying to get my attention. Sure I’m afraid. Who wouldn’t be? I’m just not willing to let fear make a difference.
No hands reached from the shadows to snatch me. No evil laugh heralded my end before I reached the alley’s other end. I blew out a breath. Of course, they wouldn’t make it that easy.
A graffiti-covered bus with a flat tire sat at a bus stop opposite the alley. No sign of life stirred up and down the empty street. A lone streetlamp glowed two blocks down. If there were stars in the sky, a blanket of smog concealed them. I had two choices, right or left. Back had been discarded as an option before I arrived.
I went left, toward the light. If you’re thinking that’s a sign I’m not completely crazy, you’d be wrong. When you’re prey the darkness is your friend. I surveyed the urban wreckage for any sign of life, a shadow with an organic shape. A flicker of movement. I knew I wasn’t alone here. I could feel eyes watching. I turned my head, straining to hear, opened my mouth as if that might amplify the sound. I tasted the sharp tang of danger on the air in the too-quiet quiet of this barren world.
There, just a block up, I thought I saw a flicker of shadow at the edge of a doorway, blue rays at the edges of a shaded window. I froze, worked hard to slow my ragged breath, rein in my racing heart.
I had a story ready. Not that stories were necessary. Not that anyone would bother to listen. Prey here could expect one thing. Prey here, by their very presence, consented to what would happen. Those were the rules. I knew them. I checked the