Biker Boss
150 pages
|Published: 3 Mar 2020
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Format: Ebook
Language: English
Publication date: 3 March 2020
Description
Fom Audrey Carlan, the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Calendar Girl series.
I needed to escape.
To Run. Hide. Whatever it took to get away from my ex and his hold over my life.
Being a female in law enforcement had never been easy. Until the day I got an offer that gave me a chance to disappear. I took the leap without a moment’s hesitation.
Over the past few months, rogue bikers had been assaulting, violating, and vandalizing the Hero’s Pride MC’s women and their businesses. My role was to go undercover as the Enforcer’s old lady and serve as bait to draw out those responsible and bring them to justice.
I would live in the same house as Derek “Champ” Layton, a handsome, huge former pro boxer, and pretend he was my man. I had to let him hold me in public, ride on the back of his bike, and stare at me with those soulful eyes as though I was the very air he needed to breathe.
There was nothing fake about Champ… or his touch, his kiss, his everything.
Champ made it clear from day one that nothing between us would ever be pretend. He was in it for more than the case—he was in it to win me.
What he didn’t seem to understand… I was no prize.
I needed to escape.
To Run. Hide. Whatever it took to get away from my ex and his hold over my life.
Being a female in law enforcement had never been easy. Until the day I got an offer that gave me a chance to disappear. I took the leap without a moment’s hesitation.
Over the past few months, rogue bikers had been assaulting, violating, and vandalizing the Hero’s Pride MC’s women and their businesses. My role was to go undercover as the Enforcer’s old lady and serve as bait to draw out those responsible and bring them to justice.
I would live in the same house as Derek “Champ” Layton, a handsome, huge former pro boxer, and pretend he was my man. I had to let him hold me in public, ride on the back of his bike, and stare at me with those soulful eyes as though I was the very air he needed to breathe.
There was nothing fake about Champ… or his touch, his kiss, his everything.
Champ made it clear from day one that nothing between us would ever be pretend. He was in it for more than the case—he was in it to win me.
What he didn’t seem to understand… I was no prize.
