Finding my best-friend is my one and only mission. I thought maybe she’d been kidnapped, hurt, lost – I never imagined time travel. When I slide into a prehistoric lagoon, I know she must be here. Somewhere. But I’m not alone in this jungle. The moment I step onto dry land, it’s not a wild animal I’m facing off. It’s two primal, feral, filthy, dirty men. It’s not that they need a shower. No. These men need something else. I can see it in their eyes. Feel it in their touch. There’s only one thing these cave men want. And it’s me.
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