Ice
As president of the Predators’ MC, my men and I are used to preying on the weak and those stupid enough to cross our paths. So why does a straitlaced teacher make me sit up and take notice when I see her for the first time?
The brothers all think she makes me weak, and believe me, weak in their eyes isn’t where I want to be. She wants me to prove she means more to me than the club, and when I fail, she thinks she can just walk away. She’s wrong. I’m a Predator, and nothing escapes me.
Grace
As a teacher, I’m supposed to want to educate those who want to learn, right? That’s what I believed until I was told I’d have to teach a class at the prison. I didn’t move to a town labeled as one of the safest places in America only to be faced with a bunch of Predators.
He expects me to trust him despite being the reason I’m trapped in the middle of a prison riot. His club means more to him than I ever will, and if I give him a chance, he will break the fragile peace I have managed to find. It’s not the first time I’ve had to escape a predator.
As president of the Predators’ MC, my men and I are used to preying on the weak and those stupid enough to cross our paths. So why does a straitlaced teacher make me sit up and take notice when I see her for the first time?
The brothers all think she makes me weak, and believe me, weak in their eyes isn’t where I want to be. She wants me to prove she means more to me than the club, and when I fail, she thinks she can just walk away. She’s wrong. I’m a Predator, and nothing escapes me.
Grace
As a teacher, I’m supposed to want to educate those who want to learn, right? That’s what I believed until I was told I’d have to teach a class at the prison. I didn’t move to a town labeled as one of the safest places in America only to be faced with a bunch of Predators.
He expects me to trust him despite being the reason I’m trapped in the middle of a prison riot. His club means more to him than I ever will, and if I give him a chance, he will break the fragile peace I have managed to find. It’s not the first time I’ve had to escape a predator.
EXCERPT
“Damn,
am I seeing things?” Max’s voice drew Ice’s attention to the
door. He barely managed to keep his mouth from hanging open when he
saw a woman cautiously enter the room.
The
lithe blond was tall for a woman. Ice gauged her to be around
five-nine. She was wearing a plain, black skirt with a jacket on over
a black top. Ice’s lips twitched. She looked like she was attending
a funeral—her own.
She
hesitantly walked towards the front of the room, placing a briefcase
on the desk. When she turned to face the room, Ice sucked in his
breath.
The
woman was a fucking looker. The prison was crazy to let in a woman
who looked like that around men whose dicks hadn’t had a woman in
months, if not years. Ice knew the men would be beating off to the
memory of the woman staring at the room of prisoners with a carefully
blank face. She wasn’t as unafraid as she appeared, though.
Ice’s
life had depended on reading people since he was a kid, and this
woman was terrified. He had no idea how she had ended up teaching
this course, but it was the last place she wanted to be.
“Good
morning. My name is Grace Andrews. Ms. McAllistor has met with an
unfortunate accident, so I will be taking her place this semester.”
Ice
and Jackal shared a look. All the intel they had done on the previous
teacher was now useless. Jackal nodded his head in silent
communication that he would get the new information they needed on
the teacher who was talking at the front of the room, describing to
them what they would be able to accomplish on the computer by the end
of the semester. Ice had news for her, he wouldn’t be here by the
end of the semester, and she wouldn’t, either.
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AUTHOR INFO -
Jamie Begley
I was born in a small town in Kentucky. My family began poor, but worked their way to owning a restaurant. My mother was one of the best cooks I have ever known, and she instilled in all her children the value of hard work, and education.
Taking after my mother, I've always love to cook, and became pretty good if I do say so myself. I love to experiment and my unfortunate family has suffered through many. They now have learned to steer clear of those dishes. I absolutely love the holidays and my family puts up with my zany decorations.
For now, my days are spent writing, writing, and writing. I have two children who both graduated this year from college. My daughter does my book covers, and my son just tries not to blush when someone asks him about my books.
Currently I am writing five series of books- The Last Riders, The VIP Room, Predators MC, Biker Bitches, and The Dark Souls.
All my books are written for one purpose- the enjoyment others find in them, and the expectations of my fans that inspire me to give it my best.
Taking after my mother, I've always love to cook, and became pretty good if I do say so myself. I love to experiment and my unfortunate family has suffered through many. They now have learned to steer clear of those dishes. I absolutely love the holidays and my family puts up with my zany decorations.
For now, my days are spent writing, writing, and writing. I have two children who both graduated this year from college. My daughter does my book covers, and my son just tries not to blush when someone asks him about my books.
Currently I am writing five series of books- The Last Riders, The VIP Room, Predators MC, Biker Bitches, and The Dark Souls.
All my books are written for one purpose- the enjoyment others find in them, and the expectations of my fans that inspire me to give it my best.
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