Jester
No Prisoners MC Romance #2
By Lilly Atlas
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: November 1, 2016
Thrust into a
world of danger and fear, first grade teacher, Emily, is forced to comply with
a terrifying MC president’s demands in order to save her brother’s life. Her
only port in the storm is Jester, a member of a rival MC she’s supposed to use
and betray. Jester proves to be the opposite of everything Emily expects, and
before long she’s in his bed, and he’s in her heart.
Jester would
give life and limb for the No Prisoners Motorcycle Club. His sole focus needs
to be on the impending attack against their enemies, the Grimm Brothers.
Meeting sweet and innocent Emily wasn’t part of his plan, and falling for her
is out of the question.
Can Emily save
her brother’s life without destroying the man who opens her eyes and heart to
an amazing world of pleasure? She’ll do anything in her power to help her
brother while protecting Jester, but when Jester finds out she was sent by his
enemy, she may lose everything she’s trying to preserve.
“Can I start off
by saying that I want my own Jester? A hot, huge, and hard biker that will take
care of your every need? Who does not want that?” - Goodreads Review
Chapter 1
Bile burned its
way up Emily’s esophagus, then straight back down when she refused to give in
to her body’s need to revolt. She was in trouble. Serious trouble. The kind of
trouble that could result in her being wheeled from her house in a body bag.
“Johnny,” she
whispered. Her heart broke a little as the reality set in of how low he’d sunk.
Across the
living room, her brother was bound to one of their kitchen chairs. Purple
bruising mottled his face, which was swollen like a balloon, displaying the
evidence of what must have been an awful beating. Each time Johnny inhaled, a
pain-filled wheeze hit her ears. Rivers of sweat ran down his face, and, despite
his limp posture, he quivered, no doubt craving the heroin that ran his life.
Her lower lip
stung and she forced her jaw to relax and end the punishment her teeth
inflicted. Whenever she was nervous, she bit her bottom lip, and right now she
could have bitten straight through.
Four gun-toting,
tattooed bikers took up residence in her living room. The house she’d spent her
hard earned time and money turning into a home had been violated. She racked
her brain, trying to think of a solution, a way out of this terrifying
situation, but fear clogged her mind and nothing came to her.
“Well, Emily,
what’s it gonna be? We ain’t got all fuckin’ day.” Snake’s voice was dark and
threatening. He towered over her, all six-foot-three of him. A single muscle in
his jaw twitched and his eyes narrowed. But it was the way he stared at her
that sent chills down her spine, like he took pleasure in her fear, got off on
it even.
“I—” The words
stuck in her arid throat, and she coughed. “I’ll do whatever you need me to do.
Just don’t hurt Johnny anymore.”
“There you go,
boys. At least one of the Carver siblings ain’t a complete fuckin’ moron. She’s
pretty too.” Snake winked at her. His tongue darted out and flicked back and
forth before disappearing into his mouth.
Her breath
stilled. The end of his tongue was forked, each half wiggling independently.
“Emily, shut up.
Don’t—” Johnny’s slurred protest was cut short by a quick blow to his already
battered face.
She winced as
the short, wiry man, whose bald head resembled an egg, connected his fist with
Johnny’s face. Johnny’s head snapped back, and blood sprayed from his mouth,
across the beige carpet like a geyser, seeping into the fibers. The crimson
splatter would stay there, deep inside the wool, no matter how much she scrubbed.
She’d never forget this moment—one more thing ruined by the trauma of the day.
“Stop,” she
cried out. “Please, don’t hurt him anymore. I said I’d help you.” Emily’s voice
cracked with the effort to hold back a sob.
Twenty minutes
ago, Emily had bounced into the house she shared with Johnny, elated that
school was out for the summer. Teaching first grade was her true passion, but
by the end of May she was beyond ready for the decompression time the summer
months afforded. Instead of beginning her much anticipated vacation, she’d been
cast as a character in Johnny’s nightmare.
Two steps into
her home and a man grabbed her arm. She fought against his hold, but was no
match for his strength. Snake then invited her to sit on her own couch while he
presented her options. Comply with his demands, or watch Johnny die. Not much
of a choice for someone who was more a mother to Johnny than a sister.
A firm hand took
hold of her chin with a vice grip. Snake’s eyes bore into hers, like two
windows to nothingness. Black, soulless orbs that didn’t reveal a hint of what
was brewing behind them. He made a sound she swore was a hiss, and she prayed
she wouldn’t see fangs when he smiled.
“This is all
very touching.” Snake laughed and drew away, waving his hand back and forth
between Emily and her brother.
He turned his
head, the motion making a snake tattoo on his neck look like it was slithering.
The inked reptile rose from his shirt and climbed up his neck. Johnny had
talked about a man nicknamed Snake—before Emily knew Johnny was part of an
outlaw biker gang—saying the man had a tattoo of a three-foot-long rattlesnake
from his neck to his groin. The serpent’s head moved as its master did, its
mouth open wide, revealing two fangs that dripped with venom, ready to strike
at any time. Even the way Snake moved resembled a reptile studying its prey,
looking for weaknesses and an opportunity to attack.
“Perhaps,
Johnny, you should’ve given more of a shit about your sister when you were
stealing from me.” He shook his head and tsked, much as Emily would when one of
her first graders broke a classroom rule, except the consequences here were far
worse. “If you’d done your job, and sold the merchandise instead of snorting
it, we wouldn’t have ever known you had a sister. But, lucky for you, she seems
willing to step in and clean up your mess.”
Story of her
life. She’d been cleaning up after Johnny since he was a kid, years before
their parents died.
Lilly Atlas is a
contemporary romance author, proud Navy wife, and mother of two spunky girls.
By day she works as a physical therapist for a hospital in Virginia. Lilly is
an avid romance reader, and expects her Kindle to beg for mercy every time she
downloads a new eBook. Thankfully, it hasn’t happened yet, and she can often be
found absorbed in a good book.
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