I’ll Just Date Myself (Gator Bait MC #7) Read Online Lani Lynn Vale

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, MC Tags Authors: Series: Gator Bait MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale

Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)

Normally when you say, “I have a stalker,” you think bad thoughts. That wasn’t the kind of
stalker Folsom was when it came to Kobe Sano. Folsom liked to call herself a “guardian angel in

The first time he catches her attention, he’s been assigned to hunt her down and throw away the
key. All she did was steal someone else’s child. Well, embryo, that is. What Kobe doesn’t know,
though, is the man that hired him is up to no good, and she has no other choice but to run without
looking back.

From that moment on, she spends the rest of her spare time running away from him while also
digging into every nook and cranny of his personal life, finding every weakness he has and
utilizing it any way she needs to keep herself one step ahead of him.

Only one day, when she goes to do her usual snooping, she finds out that not only is her favorite
person in trouble, but he’s also in need of her help.

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Yet, despite the look on my face, you’re still talking.

-Coffee Cup


“I’m sorry. Can you repeat that?”

The life inside of me kicked, and I flinched.

Not because I hated the way it felt but because I’d come to love it.

And loving something that wasn’t yours…well, that was true torture.

“The baby in your uterus is genetically fifty percent yours,” the doctor repeated.

That was what I’d thought she said.

I looked over at my best friend and felt my stomach sink down to my knees.

“What is she talking about?” I asked, voice fragile sounding and so soft.

My “best friend” swallowed.

She looked nervous now.

“We found out that my eggs were incompatible with life,” she said. “I told you that.”

She had.

So, when the fourth contract came, I signed it, hoping for a miracle.

What I’d gotten was a whole shitstorm heading my way like a freight train on the warpath.

Four separate times, I’d been a willing womb for my best friend and her husband’s prospective baby. I’d had her egg fertilized with her husband’s sperm implanted in my body. I’d then taken care of myself for the last few years as I waited for one of those implants to take.

And I’d thought one had.

Only that “one” was actually not her one, but my one.

I was having my best friend’s husband’s baby.

“And you signed the contract,” Lisbeth explained.

I felt sick to my stomach. But not the same kind that I’d felt for the last six months.

The kind where I wasn’t sure what to do.

I’d spent my life trying to make up for shortcomings, and now, it looked like I was going to start paying for other people’s as well.

I licked my lips. “I didn’t give my permission.”

The doctor looked frantic all of a sudden. “What do you mean you didn’t give your permission? We have your signed contract!”

“I wasn’t aware that I was signing anything like that,” I said, shaking my head as I felt the bile start to creep its way up my throat. “When I signed, I was under the understanding that it was just like all the others.”

“But the egg retrieval…” He shook his head. “What did you think that was?”

I was already shaking my head. “All the shots and the pills…” I shook my head. “Sure, I should’ve paid more attention to all of that as you were doing it. But I thought that it was just one other thing that would help them get pregnant. Lisbeth explained that it was a procedure that would help ensure implantation. I never had any thought to question her on it. She was my best friend…why would I?”

That’s when her husband, Farrell, chimed in. “You’re not dumb, honey. You had to have realized that you were getting more than what you usually did.”

I glared at him.

I hated when he called me “honey.” It made me feel like a dumb girl.

I may be blonde, but I certainly wasn’t dumb.

“I don’t care what you say,” Lisbeth said. “We have the contract signed and sealed. You have no legal rights to this child any longer.”

I felt my stomach drop.

For some reason, I had a feeling she was right.

I’d signed away the rights to my child and hadn’t even realized it.

The urge to run hit me in the chest like a battering ram.

They had money, power and prestige.

I had nothing. I barely made rent, could hardly hold down a full-time job, and had never even met a lawyer, let alone had one on retainer.

Meanwhile, Farrell had so much family money that it was hard to see past the dollar signs on his expensive suits.

There was no way this would end well for me.

I’d have to watch the one person I thought was my friend raise my child and cut me out of their life.

I couldn’t do it.

I couldn’t and wouldn’t.

Resolve straightened my spine, and I got up. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m feeling rather sick to my stomach.”

“Don’t fight it, honey.” Farrell smirked as he watched me walk away. “It won’t end well for you.”

I gritted my teeth.

That motherfucker.

We’d see who it ended well for.


My nice button is out of order. But my bite-me button is working just fine.

-Coffee Cup


“You are no longer my son.”

Fourteen months ago, I’d committed murder for my sister. Well, at the time, I hadn’t realized that the “murder” in question wasn’t actually a “murder.”

What it was was a carnal fantasy she had. One where, in the dead of night, her house is broken into, and a man enters her home. Where he then forcefully rapes her.

At the time, I’d just been coming home from a job. It was unplanned by me and unexpected by her. When I entered my home, it was to find a man on top of my sister while she screamed “no” and “please stop.”

I hadn’t thought twice about ripping the man off of her naked body.