I hope readers will connect with Jade and think "this could be me/ someone I know."
I want her words, actions and emotions to resonate with readers, so they feel what she feels.
An example of that is this scene:
I woke up with the worst headache I’d ever had in my life. My mouth felt like it was filled with cotton wool, and my eyelids were stuck together. I forced my eyes open, and looked around.
I was lying in a strange bed, in a room I didn’t recognize.
Images of the night before flicked through my mind, and I saw the two guys who’d obviously slipped something into my drink, and then tried to take me from the club.
Hot claws gripped my body, and I threw off the bed covers. Leaping to my feet, I found I was still fully clothed apart from my shoes, which had been placed neatly on the floor at the foot of the bed.
My heart hammered, and I creeped from the room. As I stepped out into the hall, I heard snoring coming from the room where the door was half open.
Terrified of what I’d discover if I looked in, but desperate to know whose house I was at, I peered around the door.