going to be the place that would be his salvation when the others were struggling with their demons and needed him to siphon some of the rage and pain away.
He picked up his book. Uncapped the water. Looked around the perfection of the room. A small remote allowed him to open windows, slide back walls or bring down screens.
Scarlet had thought of this. Not only had she thought of this for him, but she’d taken that a step further and actually had it made for him. He looked at her kneeling there. His pet. His beautiful kiska. Waiting. Vivid green eyes on his face. Devoted. Adoring. Scarlet. The love of his life. Giving him everything he could possibly want or need. He would never deserve her. Never.
He put down the book. “Come here, baby,” he whispered. Love was so strong it was almost painful.
She crawled between his legs, kneeling up. He framed her face with both hands and kissed her, needing her to know how he felt. Unable to voice the emotion that had welled up so strong that it shook him. He could only kiss her over and over and hope she understood how much she meant to him. He swore to himself that he would do everything in his power to see to it that she was always as happy as she had made him that day because he couldn’t conceive of ever being happier.
TERMS ASSOCIATED WITH BIKER CLUBS
1-percenters: This is a term often used in association with outlaw bikers, as in “99 percent of clubs are law-abiding, but the other 1 percent are not.” Sometimes the symbol is worn inside a diamond-shaped patch.
3-piece patch or 3-piece: This term is used for the configuration of a club’s patch: the top piece, or rocker, with club name; a center patch that is the club’s logo; and a bottom patch or rocker with the club’s location, such as Sea Haven.
Biker: someone who rides a motorcycle
Biker friendly: a business that welcomes bikers
Boneyard: refers to a salvage yard
Cage: often refers to a car, van or truck (basically any vehicle not a motorcycle)
Chapter: the local unit of a larger club
Chase vehicle: a vehicle following riders on a run just in case of a breakdown
Chopper: customized bike
Church: club meeting
Citizen: someone not a biker
Club: could be any group of riders banding together (most friendly)
Colors: patches, logo, something worth fighting for because it represents who you are
Cut: vest or denim jacket with sleeves cut off with club colors on them; almost always worn, even over leather jackets
Dome: helmet
Getting patched: Moving up from prospect to full club member (you would receive the logo patch to wear with rockers). This must be earned, and is the only way to get respect from brothers.
Hang-around: anyone hanging around the club who might want to join
Hog: nickname for motorcycle, mostly associated with Harley-Davidson
Independent: a biker with no club affiliation
Ink: tattoo
Ink slinger: a tattoo artist
Nomad: club member who travels between chapters; goes where he’s needed in his club
Old lady: Wife or woman who has been with a man for a long time. It is not considered disrespectful nor does it have anything to do with how old one is.
Patch holder: member of a motorcycle club
Patches: sewn on vests or jackets, these can be many things with meanings or just for fun, even gotten from runs made
Poser: pretend biker
Property of: a patch displayed on a jacket, vest or sometimes a tattoo, meaning the woman (usually old lady or longtime girlfriend) is with the man and his club
Prospect: someone working toward becoming a fully patched club member
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CARPATHIAN NOVEL BY CHRISTINE FEEHAN
DARK SONG
AVAILABLE SEPTEMBER 2020 FROM PIATKUS
Sound woke her. Elisabeta Trigovise didn’t want to be awake. She wanted to sleep forever, but those weeping notes refused to allow her to succumb to her need to hide from the world. Like drops of rain drumming softly into the earth, feeding the soil, those notes slipped into her mind with a song of rising. More and more that gentle melody awakened her on each rising, became more insistent that she comply more fully. That she do more than just wake to feed and go straight back to slumber.
Whereas before the song was in her mind, now it sank into her body, her blood and bones, her heart and soul, calling to her persistently, and she knew it was the call of her lifemate—one she couldn’t ignore. She didn’t dare ignore. It didn’t matter how terrified she was of him. She