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Dragon's Lair [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Fiction)
  • Author:  Fernando, Chantal
  • Author:  Fernando, Chantal
  • ISBN-10:  150110618X
  • ISBN-10:  150110618X
  • ISBN-13:  9781501106187
  • ISBN-13:  9781501106187
  • Publisher:  Gallery Books
  • Publisher:  Gallery Books
  • Pages:  304
  • Pages:  304
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Nov-2015
  • Pub Date:  01-Nov-2015
  • SKU:  150110618X-11-MING
  • SKU:  150110618X-11-MING
  • Item ID: 100397616
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The first in a new sexy romance series from bestselling author Chantal Fernando about the bad boys of the Wind Dragons Motorcycle Club and the women who fall in love with them.

When I found my boyfriend cheating on me, I did something stupid.

Or should I say, someone?

Because of that mistake, I’m now stuck in a world I don’t belong in.


I’m a law student. They’re criminals. He’s the vice president of a motorcycle club. I’m a good girl with a strict upbringing. He’s my ex-boyfriend’s brother.

And I’m screwed.Dragon's Lair

ONE

I STARE at the old motel in apprehension, taking in its brown brick exterior and dirty windows.

Not the Hilton, that’s for sure.

Feeling sorry for myself is a foreign concept. I normally consider myself a strong woman. I need to be one, with the parents I was given and the career I want in the future. I have a strong will, and I’m not afraid to open my mouth and say what’s on my mind. I don’t mince words or back down. I find humor in awkward situations and try to make the most of my life.

But I guess there’s a first time for everything, because here I am, tail between my legs, feeling more than sorry for myself. Kind of pathetic, really.

I’d have thought sixty dollars would have gotten me a better room than this, but I was wrong.

It has been known to happen.

I check in at reception, paying for one night and trying not to stare at the mold on the wall. The bored-looking girl at the counter hands me my key, then I drag my feet to my room, taking one bag with me. Inside are my toiletries, clothes, and a few valuables—including my purse, passport, and foodl3+

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