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From the author of the Los Perdidos MC series comes a wild and steamy full-length novella that’s sure to revv your engines!

Tallie Hendricks lost her older brother, Kyle, to the Fugitives MC as a young girl. Now all grown up, she returns to her home town of Crystal Spring to exact revenge on the club. What she doesn’t bargain for is Spider -- the newly-elected vice-president of the club and Kyle’s best friend. When Tallie and Spider come together, the sparks are immediate, and Tallie finds herself torn between exacting vengeance for her shattered past, and an uncertain future in the arms of a biker bad boy.

Warning: This 25,000 word novella contains explicit language and graphic adult content, including wild and rough sex between a young woman and a bad-boy outlaw biker.

Excerpt:

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.