Wednesday, 7 March 2018

#Read a Dirty #Excerpt from DOWN & DIRTY: DIESEL by #EroticRomance #Author Jeanne St. James #MCRomance

Down & Dirty: Diesel
Dirty Angels MC, Book 4

By 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 Diesel’s story…

She calls him “The Beast.”

Diesel, the MC’s Sergeant at Arms and enforcer, is tasked with not only keeping the club’s property and its members safe, but also taking care of “business” when needed. His motto, “live free, die free,” means he sees most women as nags and clingers and he wants none of that. The last thing he needs is to have one sitting on the back of his bike and trying to dictate his life.
Unlike the other DAMC women, Jewel wants to be an ol’ lady. Being born and raised within the club, her goal is to earn her place on back of a brother’s bike. But not just anyone’s. No, she had to pick the biggest, most pig-headed and quick-tempered of the bunch. The one she nicknamed “The Beast,” because that’s how he acts both in and out of bed. She’s wanted Diesel for so long she’s not about to give up the fight to become his. She’s bound and determined to win this battle one way or another.
Diesel fights his desire for Jewel until a rival MC threatens what he realizes is his, and no one gets away with that. No one.

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.


“Woman, you don’t know what you’re doin’,” he finally muttered through clenched teeth.
“The fuck I don’t,” she lay on his bed, propped up by his pillows and cupped her tits, thumbing her own nipples, “beast.”
D’s nostril’s flared and he ripped off his cut, tossing it to the side. His eyes never left her as her fingers slid down her belly to her cunt and she slipped two fingers along the slit of her pussy.
Jesus fuckin’ Christ.
His chest felt as if it had caved in, but he yanked his shirt over his head. Bending over, he unzipped his boots and toed them off. He ripped off his jeans and socks at the same time then straightened, his cock in his hand.
He closed his eyes for a second as he stroked it, but for that whole second he was thinking what a huge mistake this was.
There was no going back from this.
She’s not mine, she’s not mine, she’s not mine.
The reminder didn’t help as he put a knee onto the bed making it sink under his weight.
He was going to do this.
They were going to do this.
There was no going back.
“Show me,” he grunted.
The fingers she had in her cunt scissored to show him how slick and pink her center was.
“Show me,” he grunted again.
Her fingers disappeared inside herself and she moved them rapidly, her other hand joining in, her thumb circling her clit. She was shaved bare and he hated that on women since it made them look like a little girl. And she was far from a little girl. He needed to tell her about that.
His thoughts quickly fled as her hips rose off the mattress as she fucked herself with her own fingers, her face flush and her lips parted as she whimpered. Her head rolled back and she cried out as her hands began to move at a frenzied pace.
His chest heaved as he struggled to breathe while watching her. He never saw anything so beautiful before.
And he hadn’t even touched her, yet. He realized he was squeezing his dick so hard that it was turning purple and the veins were bulging. He released the pressure and slid his palm up and down his length as Jewel’s hips shot off the bed again.
She groaned, moaned and when little mews escaped her, he could hardly hold himself back any longer.
But he wanted to watch her come first.
And when she did, he just about lost his shit.
She even called his fucking name when she came.
Before she was even done with her orgasm, he was up and over her, driving his cock deep.
 Then he stilled once he was fully seated inside her.
His mind swirled, his body tensed, and he couldn’t believe how warm, wet and tight she felt.
“Woman,” he grunted, shoving his face into her thick hair and inhaling her scent.
 There was no going back from this.
He was careful to keep the majority of his weight off of her as he began to move, slowly at first, marveling at how she squeezed him tight. Her legs circled his waist and she tilted her hips, giving him a better angle to hit that right spot. The one that made her wetter with each thrust.
He lifted his head and stared into her blue eyes. Slightly unfocused, their intensity could still be felt all the way deep into his soul.
She’s not mine, she’s not mine, she’s not...
Mine. She’s mine. She’s fuckin’ mine.

She’s mine. Makin’ her mine an’ only mine.

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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