Hunted (Dauntless MC Book 1)
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Authors: Suzanne Steele
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©Dauntless MC Series
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To the Reader
The men I write about are Alpha males in every sense of the word. They are the men society warns us about. They are dominant males with controlling tendencies. They are the men you know you should stay away from but yet
you are drawn like a moth to a flame.
If you are looking for a sweet romance, you won't find it here. What you will find is dark passion. Many times my heroes carry what would be considered an obsession for the women they love. Each and every character I write about has demanded their voice be heard. I have been true to that calling and I have stayed true to their personalities, which at times the reader may not always agree with. They are dark, they are gritty, and many times their love is dysfunctional but, nonetheless, it is real.
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Table of Contents
Grace didn’t think she could ever remember a time she hadn’t fought for the underdog. Many times, those she had protected were the ones seemingly forgotten by society, thus beginning the vicious cycle of her conviction to do something, anything, for those that others deemed unworthy of her help.
Her mother had always said that she named her Grace because she wanted her to always remember that she was blessed. It was only by the grace of God that she hadn’t grown up in a dysfunctional family like so many other kids. Instead, Grace was fortunate enough to grow up with a very strong female figure in her life. She could remember her mother often saying things like,
“But by the grace of God…”
and then she filled in whatever life lesson she wanted Grace to learn. She drilled in her daughter’s head that she could be part of the world’s problems or part of the world’s solutions. Those were the types of things that her mother taught her. It resonated with her and molded her into the person she is now.
Those life lessons were ultimately the reason behind why she chose the career path that she did. She became a lawyer and she was damn good at her job. In fact, to date, she hasn’t lost a single case. Granted, she was still fairly new to the game. She had just turned thirty but, in her line of work, that’s young for being so successful because it takes so many years of school and then one must establish a clientele and build a reputation.
She loved the challenge of going to court against some of the most egotistical bastards who had ever walked the earth. They took their steps in high dollar Italian shoes and suits, always conscious of the image they had to maintain. More often than not, they would even be seen having drinks with the very judge they had stood in front of earlier that day. She worked in a male dominated career and, in her world, it was very much so a
good old boys’ club
. She had to work twice as hard to achieve the same results that her male counterparts did just because she didn’t have a set of physical balls swinging between her legs. However, what she lacked in anatomy, she more than made up for in attitude.
To put it simply, she was a pit bull and you would never know it by looking at her. If she couldn’t get through the front door, she would go through the back. If that didn’t work, then she’d find a window. She’d tunnel through the basement if she had to, but giving up was never an option. She didn’t stop pursuing a client’s defense until she had exhausted every possibility. Even then, she would lie in wait like a wild animal on the hunt just waiting for an opening or any sign of weakness. Then, when they least expect it, she’d lunge.
She had decided to take her life in a different direction when she started a non-profit organization that helped convicts who had been wrongly convicted. In a nutshell, she represented those who had been locked up even though they didn’t do the crime.
She was nobody’s doormat and she damn sure wasn’t anybody’s fool. It was for those reasons that she never let her clients know about the organization she’d set up or anything about her pro bono work. She found those who she deemed worthy of her services on her own and then she did what she does best; she fought for those forgotten. This is the story of one such client…