Los Perdidos: The Novel (Sons of Glory Motorcycle Club Romance) (13 page)

Daphne Loveling has lived and traveled all over the world in search of adventure. She currently lives in a hot climate with even hotter men (her husband is one of them!).

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Hi, readers! This is Daphne!  I hope you loved this steamy story between Spider and Tallie!  If you enjoyed this one, take a look at my other MC title,
Fugitives MC
.  It’s a novella, not a series, and it's available now at your e-bookseller!

Bonus excerpt fromFugitives MC:

I grabbed a tray and went over to the table of bikers: this was my first test. "Hi, guys," I said in a voice I hoped sounded friendly-not-too-friendly, but most of all not nervous as hell. "What can I get for you?"

"Ah, new blood!" crowed a hard-looking man in his forties. He looked at me with a barely concealed leer. "I'm Bullet, sweetheart. Why don't you turn around and let us see the goods?"

I laughed like I was flattered and took a step back to twirl slowly around for him. "This one's got a hot little ass on her," Bullet laughed, smacking me once on the left cheek. I jumped and then smiled at him, hoping he wouldn't notice the tightness in my jaw. "Hope we'll be seein' a lot of you, darlin'. Let me introduce you to the boys," he continued, turning to the table. "This here's Uncle..." A man who had to be in his sixties, gone to fat and clearly the worse for wear. "Dime Bag..." late twenties, maybe, shaved head, muscular, with narrow eyes and a hard look. "And Spider."

Holy shit.
Spider. I turned and stared in barely concealed amazement. I realized as I gazed at him that my childhood memory didn't include any sense of what he had looked like. My hatred and grief at Kyle's death had composed a portrait of Spider that alternated between serial killer and high school delinquent. The man who sat in front of me, ten years older than the last time I saw him, was nothing like I remembered. Clear blue eyes looked out from a square, masculine face. Dark hair, just a little too long, had begun to curl at his neck, drawing attention to the sensitive spot just behind his ear. A shadow of beard accentuated his strong jawline. Full, sensual lips curled up just a bit at the corner as he regarded me with casual curiosity, making my stomach flip. "

H-hello, gentlemen," I said, tearing my eyes away from Spider and looking at all of them in turn. "Pleased to meet you."

"Hey, darlin'. This your first night?" Spider drawled, his voice rich like melted butter.
Oh. My. God
. I was actually getting weak in the knees from sensory overload just being near this guy. It was like he was emitting some signal that sent a current through my body when he looked at or spoke to me.
I need to watch myself around him,
I thought as alarm bells went off inside me.

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