Strange & Unusual (Battle Crows MC #6) Read Online Lani Lynn Vale

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, MC, Romance, Suspense, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Battle Crows MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
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Strange & Unusual (Battle Crows MC #6)

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Lani Lynn Vale

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The moment he divorced his ex-wife, Jeremiah decided two things.
One, he would never, ever get into that kind of situation again—i.e., marriage.
Two, he would spend more time doing what he loved—baking, riding motorcycles, spending time with the Battle Crows MC, and getting some quiet time for just himself. Pretty much doing the things he enjoyed, that his ex-wife could no longer ruin.
And, months after his divorce was final, he’s held strong. He hasn’t gotten entangled with a woman. He’s opened his own bakery. And he’s never been closer to his club.
It has to be why he allowed them to have a massive club party at his place, which became the cause of Gracelynn Barry entering his life.
If he’d known Gracie was going to be his employee, he definitely wouldn’t have slept with her.
Yet, there he is, in the middle of an interview, finding out not only was the woman he slept with the most viable applicant for a job he very much needed filled, but that she’d recently broken up with the man he loathed. The second reason he’d divorced his ex-wife. Erich. His ex-stepson.
To say life is simple for Jeremiah would be a joke of epic proportions. It’s time for him to buckle up.
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PROLOGUE

I’m a whisk taker.

-Gracelynn’s secret thoughts

GRACELYNN

“And how much experience do you have in a commercial kitchen?” the woman doing my interview asked.

I resisted the urge to look at my watch—a habit that I had when things made me nervous. It was a ‘how much longer do I have to be here’ kind of thing, rather than an actual checking my watch for the time kind of thing.

“I have…” I listed off all my accolades, finishing with, “And that was before I spent nearly half my life in a kitchen before the age of sixteen. We made all of our own food from scratch, going so far as to only use our homemade items in every single recipe we used.”

The woman doing the interview looked impressed with that, but luckily, she didn’t ask me to go into more detail.

Giving any backstory on my life was a total downer, and something that I did not want to go into with a potential employer.

“That’s very interesting.” She started to stack her papers neatly. “I’m going to say this now. Jer is a really, really big pain in the ass. I’m only doing this interview for him because he hates doing this part of owning a business. But my brother will be your boss. I like you a lot… but let’s just say, he has final say in everything. He will have to meet you first, but I can give you a call back once he decides that he’ll take you on.”

I smiled.

That was understandable.

It was his business, after all.

“Whatever you need from me, I’ll do,” I assured her. “I’m really excited to find a job like this here.”

The woman smiled. “My brother will make you miserable. I hope that you feel the same way after you’re hired.”

After that parting comment, I couldn’t help but say, “I don’t think I’ll hate him at all. Not if we both love to bake.”

Famous last words.

• • •

An hour later, with the giddiness for life once again surging through my veins, I made one last stop before heading to my rental cottage on the lake.

That stop being the job that I’d landed after hitting town.

I rolled up to the restaurant and parked at the staff entrance, knowing that I was about to be confronted in a way I wasn’t comfortable with.

Erich, my boss, as well as other things that I wasn’t really interested in putting a label on, was the first person I saw and heard as I made my way through the back door.

“Listen,” Erich snarled to the small woman that was all but cowering standing in front of him. “I said ‘whipped.’ Not ‘buttercream.’ Get back there and fucking fix it.”

I gritted my teeth as I made my way inside.

“Oh, so you decided to show up after all?”

I blinked, surprised to hear Erich’s voice so close when just a few seconds ago he’d been across the room.

His hand went to my hip, and I barely checked the urge to throw his hand off.


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