Love Shot: Suburban Goat Series, #1

By Lana Deri

On the outskirts of a small Georgia town sits a biker bar called Suburban Goat. Despite the roughnecks and savages that walk through the heavy double doors, a forbidden romance blooms between a young bartender and her boss, the owner of the bar. Fleeing a dramatic past, Bree Garner meets Lancelot Chapman in the middle of a crisis; his own demons on his back, Lance welcomes this new woman into his life with hesitation, despite the instant attraction. As circumstances begin to test and strain their newfound connection, will they be able to navigate their turbulent emotions, as well as an incoming threat that jeopordizes both of their livelihoods? 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lana Deri
• Release date: Apr 22, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393650959

Lana Deri

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Love Shot

Suburban Goat Series, Volume 1

Lana Deri

Published by Lana Deri, 2020.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

LOVE SHOT

First edition. April 22, 2020.

Copyright © 2020 Lana Deri.

ISBN: 978-1393650959

Written by Lana Deri.

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Dedication

Love Shot (Suburban Goat Series, #1)

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For Asa Bradley: My words echo yours. You and The Corner inspired me.

Bree Garner was pretending to talk on the phone. Lips moving, constant hand gestures, the occasional head shake or nod – but no sound. The bar she was standing in front of had about 30 glistening stallions in front, motorcycles and bikes with plates mostly from Georgia and other neighboring states.

Leather and canvas clad patrons milled around the bikes and the entrance a few feet away from where Bree stood off to the side. Someone she recognized had just exited the building and she’d be damned if he was going to catch her at a place like this.

This is supposed to be a fresh start, not a rerun, she told herself. Suburban Goat flashed in neon above, reflecting in Bree’s cheap sunglasses and burning her eyes underneath. As the man she wanted to avoid mounted and revved his bike, she dropped the silent phone from her ear and sighed heavily; this was not the best way to start out the night.

Bree!

A familiar chipper voice called from across the parking lot, and her best friend Alaska Miu squeaked towards her in leather pants and a matching cropped top. A small smile formed on Bree’s lips and she hugged her childhood friend tightly.

So, this is what it takes to get you to see me? You gotta get fired and shit just to find time to hang? Alaska quipped, pinching her on the cheek.

Technically I’m not hanging out, since I’m here to job-hunt, she corrected, pinching her back and still smiling. It had been three months since Bree held a job; when Alaska texted her saying there was an open bartending position at her favorite haunt, she didn’t care where or what it was, she had to apply. 14 applications had come and gone, and she was close to throwing in the towel, when her best friend had come through with the good news.

You want the job now, but you might wanna consider grabbing a drink first. Inside might change your mind, Alaska said.

It can’t be rougher than out here, Bree replied, gesturing to the dirty and trash filled parking lot, as well as the too-drunk-to-ride patrons talking loudly, shoving each other. Motor oil pooled on the asphalt and was almost as pungent as the smell of alcohol and body odor emanating from the entrance. Alaska shot her a look that said,