Saturday, November 03, 2018

#NewRelease: DOWN & DIRTY: DEX (Dirty Angels MC, bk 8) by Jeanne St. James #Biker #ContemporaryRomance #Action



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.



Excerpt:

Dex downed the shot of whiskey Linc had placed in front of him only seconds earlier. He winced until the burn subsided, then tapped the shot glass on the bar. Linc shot him a frown since The Iron Horse Roadhouse was busy for a Friday night. He snagged the bottle of Jack Daniels and slammed it down in front of Dex.
“Ain’t fuckin’ here to serve you,” Linc growled. “Do it yourself.”
“Gonna tell Hawk you’re treatin’ his customers like shit.”
Linc flipped him the bird as he moved down the busy bar. “Since when are you a customer?”
“Whatever, dude,” Dex yelled out and snagged the bottle. “Hey, I need another shot glass!”
“Get it your fuckin’ self!” Linc shouted from the other end of the bar as he poured a draft.
“Work all fuckin’ day, can’t even relax an’ get some service ‘round here,” he muttered to himself.
He pushed from the stool and rounded the bar. He found clean shot glasses and grabbed one. When he glanced up, he spotted her coming through the front door of the bar.
He wasn’t the only one who spotted her. A muscle began to tick in his tight jaw when he noticed almost every male in The Iron Horse straining their neck to watch her cross the floor.
For fuck’s sake.
Yeah, it was fucking December and, yeah, women wore jeans because it was cold out. But, fuck, how many women could look that smoking hot just by wearing skin-tight denim which clung to fucking long legs that looked like they could wrap around his waist twice. And worse, those high-heeled boots made her legs look even longer...
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
He needed to get his own place and move the hell out of church. His shithole upstairs wasn’t a place to take a woman of this caliber. No, it fucking wasn’t.
She stepped up to the bar, leaned into it and he forgot all about her legs. Now her tits were on his radar, since she wore some sort of deep V-necked thing that showed her very generous cleavage. This was not the top she was wearing earlier. Though that was hot, this was blazing hot. All that cleavage was framed by the little brown leather coat that hugged her curves perfectly.
But it was her breathy, “Hey,” that almost took him to his fucking knees.
He opened his mouth to say it back. When nothing but a squeak came out, he grimaced. Holy motherfuck!
Then she laughed. A throaty sound that came from deep within her that went right to his dick. He had to grab onto the bar to keep upright.
Her slate blue eyes dropped to the bottle of Jack sitting on the bar. “Are you going to pour me a whiskey? Or are you just going to stand there looking like you just shit your pants?”
His spine snapped straight and he grabbed the bottle, twisted the cap, and poured her a double.
After sliding it in front of her, he refilled his glass, too.
“Dex,” she said softly.
Goddamn, she remembered his name.
Then he remembered his name was sewn onto the front of his cut. Shit.
“Dex,” she said again.
Holy fuck, she could say his name a million times in that tone. He’d never get sick of hearing it.
“Dex! Yo, dickwad, get the fuck out from behind the bar,” Linc yelled at him. “It’s busy an’ you’re blockin’ me an’ Jester from gettin’ shit done.”
“Dex, what the fuck you doin’ behind the bar?” Hawk came up behind him and clapped him hard on the shoulder. “You ain’t a bartender. Get gone.”
“Linc’s a rude motherfucker,” he muttered.
“Yeah, but he gets shit done an’ he’s good at keepin’ the money flowin’. An’ I need that green since I got a kid on the way. Right now, you standin’ there’s fuckin’ him up. So, get gone.”
Dex rounded the bar, his eyes never leaving the woman. Then he realized he’d never found out her name!
But he knew how to remedy that. As he stepped up next to her on the customer side of the bar, Dex said, “Hawk, this is...”
The woman held out her hand to Hawk. “Brooke.”
Hawk’s gaze dropped to her outstretched hand, then he looked back up at her face. “So?” His gaze landed on Dex. “Since when d’you start introducin’ your pussy?”
“She ain’t my pussy.”
Yet.
Hawk’s dark eyes narrowed. “What is she, then?”
“She’s lookin’ for her father.”
“Yeah?” Hawk’s attention went back to Brooke.
“Yeah,” she answered softly.
“Did you lose ‘im?”
“Never had him to lose,” she stated.


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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