Sunday, July 8, 2018

#NewRelease: DOWN & DIRTY: SLADE (Dirty Angels MC, bk 6) by Jeanne St. James #MCromance

Down & Dirty: Slade
Dirty Angels MC, Book 6

By USAT Bestselling author Jeanne St. James

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Welcome to Shadow Valley where the Dirty Angels MC rules. Get ready to get Down & Dirty because this is Slade’s story…

He thought he liked easy. Until she showed him easy was boring.

Right out of the Marines, Slade’s first mistake was patching into a club that was headed down a destructive path. His second was rolling into Shadow Valley on a search for answers. He had no plans to patch into another club, even one like the DAMC, and he certainly wasn’t looking for an ol’ lady. Especially a ball-buster like Diamond, who could singe the hair off a brother’s nuts with just a look.
DAMC born and bred, Diamond was ready to give up on becoming an ol’ lady until the heavily tattooed biker rolled into town on his Harley. Problem is, months later Slade’s still a mystery. He never talks about himself or his past, and Diamond wants answers. But she's not quite ready for what’s uncovered: secrets that could very well implode the club. It doesn’t just bring Slade’s loyalty into question, but forces Diamond to make a choice she doesn’t want to make. A choice that affects not only Slade, but the whole MC.

Note: This book can be read as a standalone. It includes lots of steamy scenes, biker slang, cursing, some violence and, of course, an HEA. If you like alpha males who like to take charge, this book is for you.


Slade slipped in through the back door of church and groaned. He looked right into blue eyes framed by long dark hair.
Diamond was heading in his direction like a woman on a mission. He braced as she approached but she ignored him and was about to blow right by him when she suddenly slammed on the brakes. He went solid since she was only inches from him, but facing the opposite direction. He turned his head, so did she, and her narrowed eyes met his wide, he-was-sure-as-shit bloodshot ones.
Her nose wrinkled as she leaned in and sniffed him. “Smell like pussy.” He froze as she shifted even closer, her nose now barely inches from his neck. “And cheap perfume. Must like them easy.”
“Nobody wants a ballbuster, princess,” he muttered.
“Don’t call me that.”
“Which one? Ballbuster or princess?”
“Either. I’m not a ballbuster.”
Slade snorted. “Right. What’re you doin’ here?”
She arched a brow at him. “Getting shit together for my party.”
“What party?”
“My birthday party. The Iron Horse will be closed down for the night so us ladies can party.”
“When’s that?” he asked, surprised at this news.
“Thursday night. We won’t need your services.”
“Wasn’t offerin’ ‘em.”
“All the brothers will have to stay out. No men allowed but the strippers.”
He cocked a brow. “What strippers?”
“The male exotic dancers we’re getting for my birthday.”
“What the fuck,” he muttered. So not only was Hawk allowing the women to shut down The Iron Horse for a night, the brothers were allowing male strippers to come in to entertain the club women? She had to be bullshitting him. They’d never allow that.
No fucking way.
“Going to bang one, too,” she announced with confidence.
Slade put two fingers to his ear and rubbed it hard. He could’ve sworn she said she was going to bang a male stripper. “What the fuck you talkin’ ‘bout?”
“I’m going to fuck one of the dancers.”
Every muscle in his body went solid. Even if Hawk and the rest were allowing male strippers to come in... “They won’t fuck you.”
“Why not?”
“Because they don’t do that kinda shit.”
She planted her hands on her hips, her attitude seeping out enough that he swore he could almost see it. “Didn’t one of them just bang you?”
He opened his mouth, then snapped it shut.
She made a little noise. “Thought so.”
“Whatever,” he muttered. “Hawk know you’re bringin’ male strippers into his bar?”
What the fuck? “Know they’re all gay, right? Ain’t gonna fuck you.”
Her eyes snapped. “Why do you care if they do?”
“Yeah, it’s my birthday, maybe I’ll have more than one.” She smiled. A big fucking one, too.
Slade’s jaw tightened, and he sucked in a breath. “Don’t do anything stupid.”
“You should talk.”
He sucked at his teeth, feeling his temper rise. He was tempted to teach her one of those “lessons” Diesel taught his ol’ lady all the time. But Slade still had the remnants of another woman’s snatch on his dick, so that wouldn’t do.
That reminded him, he needed to clean up. “Gotta shower.”
“Yeah, you do.”
He shook his head and headed toward the stairs. “Don’t be fuckin’ strippers, princess,” he tossed over his shoulder.
“Maybe you should take your own advice.”
Yeah, maybe he should.

About the Author:

JEANNE ST. JAMES is a USA Today bestselling erotic romance author who loves an alpha male (or two). She was only thirteen when she started writing. 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:

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