"Survival looks good on you. Didn't realize someone could be hot with blood on their cheek." ---------------------------- Babysitting Claire Dearing's teenage nephews wasn't in her job description. She's 16. She trains raptors. She doesn't do tours, she doesn't babysit, and she definitely doesn't do flirty little brats named Zach Mitchell who think they know everything. But when Jurassic World falls apart, she doesn't have a choice. Now it's her, two boys who don't listen, and a whole island of prehistoric problems. And if Zach looks at her like that one more time, she might let a raptor eat him. ---------------------------- P.S. I know the cover is bad. Graphic design is NOT my thing. I do not own anything other than Cressida Maddox, my original dialogue, and my feral little brain. Please be nice.
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