She knows she can’t trust anyone but herself. So when she finally escapes, and then is captured by a soldier intent on bringing her back to the camp… what can she do?
Jenna can’t manipulate Private Barker. He’s too good, to honest. But she can’t go back to the camp, or she’ll be killed. And now, Jenna has no choice but to trust Barker, and work together with him to get out of Manhattan– or die trying.
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We first meet Jenna in The Pulse, but she gets her own story in THE ESCAPE!
In Book Two of the erotic dystopian Pulse Trilogy, Jenna escapes New York City only to be tracked down by a soldier who might be her only hope of survival.
Jenna doesn’t know if she believes what Emily and Mason told her—that America is rebuilding and a better life awaits her outside of Manhattan. But with the power grid down and no connection to the outside world, Jenna will die if she stays at Grand Central’s FEMA camp, selling her body to soldiers.
Private Ken Barker is sent to capture Jenna when she escapes—but Jenna knows he’s one of the good guys and tries to seduce him into joining her. Their passionate sex kindles something even stronger than lust between them, and when Barker goes back to Grand Central he sees the horrors there with new eyes.
Now it’s his turn to escape the city, and he knows he must take Jenna with him or she’ll die at the camp. On the road, they’ll start a new life together, hoping against hope that the electricity between them will prove more than just a spark—that together they might finally light up their dark nights.
****And now, an excerpt you won’t find in the sample pages!
An excerpt from The Escape, Book 2 in the Pulse Trilogy
© 2014 Shoshanna Evers
Published by Simon & Schuster Pocket Star. All Rights Reserved.
Barker couldn’t tear his eyes away from her full breasts, naked and so beautiful. It had been too long. God, how he wanted to wrap her in his arms and forget everything, for just one night.
No. Don’t do it. You can’t do it.
“Put your shirt on, Jenna.” He turned his back to her, confident she wouldn’t escape in the pitch-blackness outside the room, not with the way she’d clung to him earlier.
He waited for her to tease him again, but she didn’t. He heard the sounds of her putting her shirt on. The bed creaked when she sat on it.
“I must really disgust you,” she said softly. “I’m sorry.”
“No,” he said, swallowing hard. “You do not disgust me. Not at all.” He knelt down on the carpet and looked up at her pretty face. “You’re incredibly beautiful, Jenna. I want you, I do. But I refuse to take advantage of you.”
“I’m offering myself to you.”
“Would you have done that back in the day? Before the Pulse?”
“Everything’s different now.”
Barker got up and sat beside her on the bed. “Everything’s different, but I’m not. At least, I’m trying not to be.”
“See?” Jenna wrapped her arms around him, surprising him with the ferocity of her embrace. “You’re a good guy, Barker. You don’t want me to die. Don’t take me back there.”
Her body felt so good pressed against his, so right. Here, unlike the Tracks, they’d have real privacy. A bed. They could lose themselves in each other’s arms and pretend everything was normal, if only for a few hours.
“Are you hungry?” he asked. “I have food, in my bag. Water.”
“Yes.” Her voice sounded so small, like a child.
He pulled his bag on the bed and opened it. “I have a sleeping bag. We’ll use that as a blanket, okay? On the bed.”
Jenna smiled. “That sounds lovely. I haven’t slept on a proper bed in a long time.”
Barker smiled back. “I have two weeks of rations, because they didn’t know how long it would take for me to find you. We can eat until we’re full, if we want.”
“I don’t even remember what that feels like,” Jenna laughed.
He handed her two thick pieces of bread, and several strips of dried meat. It was chewy, but it did the trick.
They ate in uneasy silence. What would happen when they were done eating, and it was time to go to sleep?
He wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to resist her.
“Barker?” she asked, swallowing some water. “Do you miss your girlfriend? Is that why you don’t want to be with me?”
“I can’t even remember what she looks like anymore. Whenever I try to picture her face, it’s not quite right. So I don’t try anymore.”
“Why did you give me your ration that time?”
Barker shrugged. “Because I wanted to go to sleep that night, knowing you were sleeping too. Not—not being abused by one of the assholes who call themselves soldiers.”
“Sometimes I like it, though. A lot of times. Does that bother you? That I might like being a whore?”
Her long, unkempt blonde hair fell into her eyes, and he resisted the urge to touch her, to smooth it in place for her.
“I guess it’s better that way. Better than being like some of those other women. The ones who show up for morning rations with bruises. But don’t ever call yourself a whore again.”
His anger simmered within him. F**k. He wished he could shoot the Colonel himself and take over, make everyone toe the f**king line and get their sh*t together.
Whoa. Where did that come from?
Something about this entire situation, being with Jenna, seeing her fear about being killed—it made him see everything he thought he knew about the camp in a different light.
Could he really trust the Colonel?
“Thank you for dinner, Barker.”
“I’m glad I got an opportunity to feed you,” he said.
“Let’s go to bed,” she whispered. “But . . . I sleep naked. Just thought I should warn you.”
Barker laughed, his mood considerably brightened now that his belly was full, and they were safe for the night. Alone. In a bedroom, with a bed.
And with a beautiful woman who was throwing herself at him.
“F**k it,” he said, and set his rifle down on the dresser top.
He noticed her eyes follow his movements, but she quickly looked back at him, and grinned.
“Well, hello there. Glad we’re finally on the same page.”
She started to pull her own top off again, but Barker pulled her in close, and stripped it off for her, running his hands along her curves. Her hips flared out despite the lack of any extra meat on her, and he held her ass through her pants, his c*ck hardening.
“F**k yeah, soldier,” she murmured against his lips. “Let’s do this.”
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