Sunday, September 09, 2018

#Read a #Dirty #Excerpt: DOWN & DIRTY: DAWG (Dirty Angels MC, bk 7) by Jeanne St. James #MCRomance



Down & Dirty: Dawg
Dirty Angels MC, Book 7

By 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 Dawg’s story…

She has a secret. But little does she know, so does he.

With a past he’s not proud of and a secret only recently discovered, Dawg’s life is about to change when a kindergarten teacher walks into Heaven’s Angels Gentlemen’s Club, a DAMC business he’s run for the past fifteen years. With no experience, her dancing sucks but he can’t deny the woman’s determination to get the job and, against his better judgement, hires her anyway. While her girl-next-door looks may be good for business, he’s not ready for someone like Emma to walk into his life.

Emma’s desperate. She not only needs a lot of cash, but needs it quickly. Recently unemployed and with nowhere else to turn, she takes a drastic step by auditioning at Dawg’s club. When he finds out her secret, he’s willing to go above and beyond to help her. However, Emma has no idea how a bearded, tattooed biker and strip club manager can help when law enforcement can’t.

Coming from two different worlds, Dawg’s life needs to change drastically to make things work, but is he willing to give up almost everything he’s ever known for Emma?

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:

“Dawson...”
What the fuck! Again?
What the hell did she need now? A razor?
He opened his eyes and glanced in the direction of the doorway, where once again she was standing there in that ugly-ass T-shirt that should be thrown in the trash. It didn’t do her hot little body any justice.
“Fuck, baby girl. Better be in here for one reason an’ one reason only.”
“I...” Her words caught as she walked farther into his room, ripping her T-shirt over her head. Revealing the fact that she only wore lacy pink panties underneath.
Damn.
When she reached the foot of his bed, she stood staring at him, not saying a word. Her lips were parted, her blue eyes hooded, her nipples as hard as fucking pebbles, her chest rising and falling quickly.
“Thank fuck,” he muttered and pulled back the sheet. “C’mere, baby girl. Looks like you got a problem that you need me to fix.”
“I do,” she whispered, the color high in her cheeks.
He patted the bed next to him. “C’mon. Tell Dawg what it is.”
“I couldn’t get what you were doing out of my head.”
“Like that?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
He kicked the sheet from him completely, showing her just how much she affected him. He had never released his dick when she interrupted him the second time. So, as she watched, he began to stroke again. From root to tip. Fisting, squeezing.
He couldn’t believe how fucking hot it was that she watched him.
His voice caught as he demanded, “Tell me how much you like it.”
“A lot.”
“Make you wet?”
“Yes.” She climbed onto the bed and between his spread legs.
Before he could finish an upstroke, she knocked his hand away and began to take over. Her hand was a hell of a lot smaller than his, but felt so much fucking better.
Then she dropped to her belly and her hot little mouth took him deeply.
He lost his breath as she wrapped her lips around him, sucking hard. His hands automatically dug into her hair as her head bobbed up and down on his dick.
“Baby...” he groaned. “Ah, fuuuuck...”
It had been a while since he’d gotten head. And even longer since he got a blowjob that was as good as she was doing. Damn, the woman had some skills. Skills he hoped came naturally and not because she sucked a lot of fucking dicks.
He pushed that thought out of his head and peered down his body. He couldn’t see Emma’s face, and he wanted to. Gathering her hair firmly into a ponytail with one hand, he pulled it away. And when he did, her eyes hit his. The way her mouth was stretched around him... Fuck!
The fingers she had encircled around him at the base squeezed so hard his hips popped off the bed. But she didn’t release him. Oh no, she fucking didn’t. She sucked him harder and faster, her tongue flicking over the head of his dick every time she hit the top.
He couldn’t take anymore. He didn’t want to blow his load down her throat. He’d leave that for another time since he didn’t want to miss out on the opportunity to sink deep inside her. He wasn’t sure how many more chances he’d get to do just that.
After fucking her the other day, he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about doing it again.
Now he was getting that chance. He tugged on her hair. “Baby girl...” Him pulling on her hair didn’t stop her from continuing with her mission for him to lose his fucking mind. “Fuck... baby girl... Emma...”
She smiled around his dick.
“Ain’t funny, Em. Gotta stop.” She seriously had to stop. He groaned when she pressed a finger in the sensitive area between his balls and his asshole as her cheeks hollowed out from sucking him so hard.
What the fuck?
What was she doing? Oh... Oh fuck.
“Emma!” he barked, rolling up to a seat and yanking on her hair even harder. Relief flooded him when she finally released him with a wet popping sound.
“You didn’t like that?” she asked with a smile.

“Ain’t about likin’ it...”

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: BookHip.com/MTQQKK

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