Unhinged — Daphne Loveling

The Los Perdidos series continues!



Redheaded college student Jen Chapman �" aka Flame �" is caught up in a passionate romance with Smoke, vice president of the Los Perdidos motorcycle club. When Smoke's jealous ex-girlfriend shows up and tries to get him back, Flame's world threatens to become unhinged.



Caught between two worlds, Flame will have to make a choice between the biker she loves and the only life she's ever known.



Los Perdidos MC 3: Unhinged is the third of four installments in this budding romance between a biker bad boy and a young woman with a taste for adventure!



Excerpt:



Smoke turned and pressed me to him. I melted against his body, turning my face up toward his. His mouth devoured mine, and I moaned and clutched at him. “You go on back to the bar and order yourself a drink,” he said hoarsely. “Tell the bartender you're with me. I'll be out in a few minutes.”



I turned and leaned against the bar, my elbows resting on the surface. I should have felt awkward, standing there by myself, but honestly, it didn't bother me. I looked around and noticed Rosie in the back, watching some guys play pool. She met my gaze and sauntered over, hobbling a little in black stiletto heels and a red leather skirt.



“Hey, girl, you're back for more,” she said, clinking her glass against mine.



I smiled at her. “Hi, Rosie. Good to see you again.”



“Come on over. I'll introduce you around.” We walked over to a bank of booths, where a small group of women sat together, all dressed in various types of denim and leather. “This over here is Roxy,” she said, leading me to a middle-aged woman with lustrous brown hair. The woman had a half-full glass of amber liquid �" whiskey, I assumed -- in front of her, and she sat in one of the booths with a couple of younger women. “She's Ram's old lady.”



“But Ram's your dad, right?” I asked, frowning. “So this is…”



“My mom. Yeah,” she said with a grin. “This here's Flame,” she said to the older woman.



“Pleased to meet you,” Roxy said drily. “You here for the evening, or you plan to be a permanent fixture around here?”



I didn't know how to answer. “Not just for the evening,” I said evenly. “We'll see about the rest.”



Roxy nodded once, and then turned back to her girlfriends. “Come on,” Rosie said. “I need another drink.” She led me back to the bar and flagged down the bartender for another beer.



“So, how's it going with Smoke?” she asked. Her tone turned girlish as she asked, and the exchange was so close to one I might have had with Dana or Kara that I almost laughed.



“It's going good, I think,” I replied, giving her a grin. “I really like him.”



“What's he like in bed?” she asked frankly, a wicked gleam in her eye.



“Uh…” I blushed. Part of me shied away from talking about Smoke with a near stranger, but her friendliness broke down my defenses a little. Leaning in toward her, I said conspiratorially: “Un-freaking-believable!”



Rosie's jaw dropped, and then her face spread into a huge grin. She whooped with laughter: “Jesus Christ, I knew it! That man is sex on wheels! You lucky bitch!”



“I know!” I grinned back. And as I said it, I realized it was true. Despite the fact that my best friends were worried sick about me, I did feel lucky. I liked how I felt when I was around Smoke. I felt stronger, more assertive. More alive. I felt less like boring, mousy old Jen, and more like Flame.



I opened my mouth to say more, but as I did, I saw Rosie's eyes widen in shock. “Oh, shit!” she hissed. “This is not good.”