Down & Dirty: Dex
Dirty Angels MC, Book 8
By USA Today Bestselling Author Jeanne St. James
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Blurb:
Welcome to Shadow Valley where the Dirty Angels MC rules. Get ready to get Down & Dirty because this is Dex’s story…
A stranger with a diary that contains a thirty-year-old secret. One that could rip a brotherhood apart...
DAMC born and bred, Dex was never like the rest of his club brothers. Even though being a biker was his destiny, something was always missing. He could never figure out what it was or why until one day a woman walks into Shadow Valley Pawn. A sexy, badass woman who challenges him at every turn.
When Brooke discovers the truth about her mother after her death, she comes to Shadow Valley. However, a simple trip to find answers twists into something she never expects. Not only that, but the successful businesswoman crosses paths with a biker who tests the control she loves so much both inside and outside of the bedroom.
Unexpectedly, Brooke not only flips a switch inside Dex and shows him his true self, she learns it’s okay to give up some of the independence she holds onto so tightly.
But that’s not the only discoveries the two make. One secret shakes the club to their core by exposing a member who’s been destroying them from the inside out.
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.
Xcerpt:
She hurried through the dark parking
lot. Since the lot was full, she had to park at the very edge along a line of
shrubs. She was digging in her purse at the same time taking lengthy strides
with those mile-long legs of hers.
But he had no problem keeping up. She
was tall but he was still taller than her. Still had more weight behind him.
And he was a fucking man, goddamnit.
She stopped at a four-door BMW and
hit her remote. It was too dark to tell the color but the lights flashed as the
car unlocked. He snagged the remote from her hand before she could get around to
the driver’s side.
“Hey!”
He hit the unlock button again on
the remote and heard the locks release on the rest of the doors. He yanked open
the back door and pointed. “Get in.”
Even in the dark, he could see her
eyes widen.
“What? No.”
“Get the fuck in.”
“You have this misconception that
you can give an order and I’ll listen.”
“Yeah.”
Her head jerked up higher as she
stared at him. “Yeah?” He watched as she took a visible breath and her spine
straighten. She pointed into the back of the car. “Get the fuck in the car.”
What? She was giving him orders?
“You want to play this game? This let’s-see-who’s-more-dominant game? I
can play it.” She leaned in close. So close he could feel her warm breath across
his lips. “I fucking eat that shit for breakfast. Now... Get. The. Fuck. In.
The. Car.”
Dex’s heartbeat thumped heavily in
his chest. What the fuck was going on here? He should be worried that this
woman was crazy, and could shank him. Maybe she was going to do just that. Get
him in the back of the car, tear his heart out with her bare hands, and drive
away to go dump his body in some far away field.
She crossed her arms over her chest
and tapped her booted foot.
Fuck.
His dick was rock hard thinking about her dominating him. Making him submit.
“You gonna fuck me?”
“Get. In. The. Back. Seat.”
She didn’t say no. Fuck yeah.
The forcefulness of her tone, the
hard look in her eyes from what he could see in the limited light...
All that shit turned him the fuck
on.
He shrugged out of his cut, since
he couldn’t wear it in the cage he was about to climb into. He leaned in and
laid it carefully over the back of the driver’s seat.
Then he climbed in, wondering if he
was making a big mistake.
But, hell, he might be getting
laid. And he needed to bust a nut. Like soon. So if he was going to die? He was
going to die a depleted, satisfied motherfucker.
Or he hoped that was the case.
He slid over to the middle of the
back seat, leaving her room to follow. And, fuck him, if she didn’t.
She threw her jacket onto the front
seat, climbed in after him, then slammed the door shut behind her and put out
her hand. “Remote.”
He dropped it into her open palm
and she hit a button that started the car and started blowing warm air.
Good idea since it was almost
winter and he didn’t want any shrinkage.
Then she hit another button and all
the locks clicked, securing them in together.
Another good idea.
Then she was on him, facing him,
straddling his thighs, taking his mouth.
He groaned when her tongue forced
its way into his mouth, taking control.
Fuck
yeah, was all he could think.
He grabbed her ass and squeezed as
she rode up and down on his lap, both of them still fully clothed.
Then she bit his bottom lip so
hard, he grunted and tasted blood.
“Mine.”
What? What the fuck did she just
say?
“Pants down. Hurry.” She ripped her
blouse over her head and tossed it into the front seat, then moved off him,
unzipping and yanking off her boots, shimmying her tight jeans over her thighs
and down her calves, over her heels. “You’re not moving!” she yelled at him.
He jerked into action, his blood
racing through his body, landing in his dick. He lifted his hips off the seat
and unfastened his jeans, shoving them down as far as he could, which was only to
his bent knees.
“You have tats on your chest?”
“Yeah.”
“Shirt off. I want to see them.”
This woman was crazy! And by
removing his shirt, she was going to see something most of his brothers didn’t
know he had.
But fuck it. He was going to get
his rocks off by this smoking hot woman. And he didn’t give a shit what she saw.
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: BookHip.com/MTQQKK
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