DOWN & DIRTY: ZAK
Dirty Angels MC Series, bk 1
by Jeanne St. James
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Blurb:
Welcome to Shadow Valley
where the Dirty Angels MC rule. Get ready to get Down & Dirty because this
is Zak’s story…
After
spending the last ten years in prison, Zak, former DAMC president, has a few priorities:
to reconnect with his “brothers,” to get drunk, and to get laid. Not necessarily
in that order. When he spots a stunning woman in the clubhouse and mistakes her
for one of the club’s strippers, those priorities get a bit skewed.
Sophie has no idea what happened to her life.
One minute she’s totally focused on building her bakery business, and the next?
She’s delivering a cake to the Dirty Angels motorcycle club’s “homecoming”
celebration for a member who just got out of prison. Little does she know
baking that cake will change the rest of her life, not to mention, make her a
target for a rival MC. Normally, Sophie wouldn’t be caught dead with a man like
Zak, a tattooed, ex-con, badass biker.
When a decades old territory war threatens to
rip them apart, Zak will do anything to keep Sophie, his club, and the town
safe. But being from two different worlds, the threat they’re under may not be
worth the risk.
Excerpt:
Zak slipped into the deserted clubhouse. He needed a
quick break, a little peace and quiet... from the band, from the brothers, from
the prospects who were looking up to him—which they shouldn’t. He decided to
slip away and grab a drink inside. He’d been kept busy outside and hadn’t had a
chance to drink himself into oblivion yet.
Even worse, he hadn’t found anyone to drag upstairs to
his bed yet, either. He couldn’t bang any of the women out there that he
respected, like Izzy AKA Bella, or Kelsea, or even Ivy. Even though they
weren’t related by blood, they were still his “sisters” since they were Doc’s
granddaughters. It just wouldn’t feel right to bust a nut with them.
No. But so far, none of the female hang-arounds, or
sweet butts, had caught his attention either.
And he shouldn’t be this picky. Not at all. Once he broke
the seal on his ball sac, he hoped he would stop being so selective. But it’d
been ten years, so for some reason, he didn’t want the first time to be with
just anyone.
Maybe after more beer and Jack, he would slide on the
“beer goggles” and he just wouldn’t care who it was anymore. Though, he would
need to make sure he wore a condom. Some of the females out there did anything
wearing colors, even the prospects, who weren’t even full-fledged members yet.
No. He needed to get on the ball and grab someone.
Literally.
Or he’d be stuck with the strippers Dawg had lined up
for him. He didn’t really want paid pussy. Not if he could help it.
He spied the bottle of Jack Daniels that had been left
behind on the bar from their shots earlier and beelined to it. With the twist
of the cap, he ignored the shot glass and began to lift the bottle directly to
his lips.
At least until the back door banged open, and a
whirlwind swept in. The whirlwind’s eyes immediately landed on him and she
approached in a flash, her long dark hair wild, her green eyes wide.
“Shit! I’m sorry I’m late.”
Hot fucking damn.
As soon as she got close enough, he grabbed her hand
and yanked her even closer, snaking a hand around her hip, drawing a gasp from
her.
His balls tightened at the sound and he looked her up
and down. “I’m sure you were worth waitin’ for.”
She certainly was. Her thick, wavy hair fell over her
shoulders and down her back, and her pink lips, made for wrapping around his
cock, parted.
She tried to tug her hand out of his and shift away
from his hip. He held on tighter. “If you’d just tell me where you want the
cake set up—”
“They fuckin’ have them jumpin’ out of a cake? Damn.”
She leaned as far away from him as she could and
looked up into his face, a frown marring her perfection. “What?”
“The girls Dawg lined up for me. You all gonna be
jumpin’ out of a cake? Like naked?”
She shook her head, her cheeks suddenly full of color.
“I—”
Which was really cute. Hell, she was really cute.
No. She was stunning. And fucking hot as hell. Not
cute.
He found what he’d been searching for. She’d be
perfect to start out the night with. If Dawg had more women like this and some
of them wanted to join in later, he wouldn’t complain.
He dropped his head and kissed her hard, sliding his
hand off her hip to her sweet, curvy ass and squeezed.
Fuck, did she taste good, too. Sweet, like icing. He
dipped his tongue between her lips and explored her mouth with the tip of his
tongue.
She made a noise. A groan? Yeah, she liked it, too.
His fingers raked through her long hair to hold her
head still as he deepened the kiss. Fuck, he could eat her whole right this
minute.
Eat her mouth, eat her pussy, then fuck her until she
couldn’t move.
The strippers at the club must have improved over the
years. He never remembered them ever looking this wholesome. This natural.
But it was a nice touch. He’d have to compliment Dawg
on upping the quality.
When he broke the kiss, she blinked up at him in a
daze, her mouth parted and breathing hard.
“I don’t… I’m not…” she started, looking a bit
confused. “I’m looking for…”
“You found what you’re looking for. You must be new.”
“Yes, I’m—”
“Me, too,” Zak said, grabbing her wrist and dragging
her behind him to the back stairway. “Let’s get this party started.”
Finally.
His cock had already started without him. It pressed
painfully against the zipper of his jeans and couldn’t wait to sink into her
sweet pussy. And he’d even take the time to make sure it was slick first.
Fuck.
The first time might be a little too quick for his liking.
And maybe even hers. But he’d make sure he made it up to her the second round.
When they reached the bottom of the stairs, she yanked
her arm and screamed, “Stop!”
Zak hesitated and glanced over his shoulder. Her face
was red, but he didn’t think it was from excitement. No, her eyes were narrowed
now as she glared at him.
“Let me go. Right now. I don’t think you know who I
am.”
“Oh, I know who you are, but not sure why you’re
fightin’ this… unless you enjoy it? Damn. That could be fun, too.”
“No! I baked the cake.”
“Well, thank you, babe. Appreciate that. I’m sure it’s
good. But there’s somethin’ sweeter than cake I wanna eat first.”
She yanked her arm again, but he wasn’t letting her
go. No way.
Author Bio:
JEANNE ST. JAMES is a bestselling erotic romance author who loves an Alpha male (or two). She was only thirteen when she started writing since it gave her an escape from teenage angst! Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine. Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up, was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages. Want to read a sample of her work? Download a sampler book here: BookHip.com/MTQQKK
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