Prospect — Daphne Loveling

He's a newly patched member of the Fugitives, a man with a tortured past who has given up everything he's ever known to be part of the club.



She's the mayor's daughter, a pampered girl who has lived her life in a gilded cage. She longs for a real man â€" one who knows how to answer the longing deep inside her.



When the two of them meet, both of their worlds do everything possible to stop the sparks between them. Can two people who are so different in every way find love in each other's arms? Or will the collision course they are on tear them apart?



This 32,000 word novella is a completely stand-alone story. It contains explicit language and graphic adult content, including wild and steamy sex between a sheltered young woman and a bad boy outlaw biker.



Excerpt:



Back outside, Brenna took a deep breath of the fresh air as night began to fall. Gonzo stepped to the side and took out a pack of cigarettes. He pulled one out of the pack and lit it.



“You shouldn't smoke,” Brenna ventured.



Gonzo snorted and said nothing. He stood silently, contemplating her as he took a long drag of the cigarette and blew it out to the side. “We all do things we shouldn't do,” he said finally.



Brenna stared at the biker, her breath speeding up slightly as her body reacted to his muscled form. Thick, taut thighs strained against his worn blue jeans, and in the floodlight of the parking lot, the bulge of his package was clearly distinguishable. Brenna's senses were aflame from witnessing all the raw sensuality that the bikers and the women in the club seemed to take so casually. She felt a tingling deep inside her as she imagined how easy it would be to move closer and let nature take its course. The whiskey making her bold, she took one step toward him, her lips parting as she reached, shaking, for the lapel of his cut.



Gonzo's hand closed around her wrist before she knew what was happening. Startled, she tried to yank her hand away, but she was no match for him. “What are you doing?” she demanded.



“You don't want to start this,” he growled in a low voice.



“Start what?” she retorted, her chin jutting toward him defiantly. She moved half an inch closer as her heart threatened to pound out of her chest.



“This.” With one swift move, Gonzo dropped his cigarette and pinned her arms back, pushing her against the side of the building. His mouth crushed down on hers as his body pinned her back. Brenna felt him push a knee between her legs, pressing himself up against her and moving his hips so that she could feel exactly how big and dangerous he was. She moaned against his mouth, her hips instinctively angling toward the heat of him. His mouth broke apart from hers, and he leaned in close to her ear, biting the lobe until she cried out softly. “Don't push it, Brenna. I'm not a gentleman, in spite of what you might think, and I'm not your savior.”