Monday, 21 May 2018

#Read a Dirty #Excerpt of DOWN & DIRTY: AXEL by Jeanne St. James #MCRomance #NewRelease



Down & Dirty: Axel
Dirty Angels MC, Book 5

By USAT Bestselling Author Jeanne St. James

Genre: Contemporary Romance, MC Romance

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Blurb:

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

When you’re a cop, life can be complicated when the woman you love is MC born and raised...

Though the club blood runs thick in Axel’s veins, he’s despised by them for being a cop. They also hate him because his family turned their back years ago not only on the club but his brother, the president of the Dirty Angels MC. However, he's loved Bella forever, watched her marry the wrong man, one who broke her in almost every imaginable way, and yet she's still the strongest person he knows. Despite their rivaling families, he won't let anything stand in the way of making her his this time.

Bella hasn’t known anything other than alpha bikers her whole life. Her marriage to one turned into a tragedy, one that changed the rest of her life. She was never the same after that one fateful night that Axel came to save her. Though he remains on the outskirts of her life, he’s always there: watching, waiting, worrying about her. Especially when a rival MC continues to wreak havoc on all of their lives.

Like Romeo and Juliet, his family may never accept her, and hers him, but they’re both determined to tear down the wall that divides them.

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:


This was not going to be a quickie. No fucking way. He wanted it all tonight. He wanted all of her.
“Baby, you can say I shouldn’t want you a million times but that doesn’t change the fact that I do. It’s only ever been you, Bella.”
Unfastening his jeans, he pushed them down his legs along with his boxer briefs and pulled everything off in one shot, including his socks. He dropped them to the floor and stood, his cock hard and ready as he climbed onto the bed.
She didn’t move, she didn’t try to escape. She didn’t say a word as he moved over top of her.
He dug the fingers of one hand into her hair and tipped her head back. She closed her eyes as he lowered his. “It’s only ever been you,” he whispered again against her lips.
Her fingers wrapped around the back of his neck as he crushed his lips to hers. Her other hand trailed down his chest, over his belly, until she encircled his cock, gently stroking him.
With a groan, he broke the kiss and shoved his face into her neck as her fingers worked their magic, sweeping over the head of his cock, sliding along his length, brushing against his sac.
He sucked in a breath as her hand moved faster. He couldn’t let her do that. “Bella, don’t. Let me take care of you first.”
Her hand stilled but didn’t let him go, her breath coming in pants close to his ear. He kissed along her collarbone, over the colorful flowers of her large tattoo, over the thick, raised scar on the other side. He continued across her chest, placing a light kiss on each nipple, then the puckered scar on her right breast, then the one at her ribcage. He brushed his mouth across her belly, stopping at the two ragged scars above her navel and the one below it.
He pushed her pants down far enough to trace his tongue along the long horizontal scar above her pelvis. The incision which removed both the life she’d created and the possibility of creating any future life within her.
She whimpered as he did it again. He expected for her to tell him to stop, but she didn’t. Instead, she lifted her hips slightly and began to shove her yoga pants down farther. He pushed her hands away and grabbed the elastic waistband to tug them down her hips until her pussy was barely exposed. Pressing his nose into the apex of her thighs, he inhaled her scent and suddenly he was impatient to taste her.
Scrambling back onto his knees, he yanked the pants down to her ankles and over her feet, tossing them to the floor. Starting at the tip of her painted toes, he kissed each one, over the top of her feet, up her calves, letting his fingers trail over her skin following the path of his mouth. Then he was there, settling between her legs.
“Open for me, baby.”
When she didn’t, he pressed her thighs apart gently, encouraging her to bend her knees.
“Axel,” she groaned.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, before taking her with his mouth, dipping his tongue inside her. “Sweet in the center just like your cupcakes.” He swirled his tongue around her clit. “As delicious as your icing.” Running his tongue through her folds, he captured her slick arousal. With his own groan, he sucked on her clit, making her hips jump off the mattress.
He lifted his head. “As much as I love your responsiveness, we don’t have a lot of space here, baby. Don’t knock me off the bed.”
“No. More.”
With relief that it was two sentences and not one, he smiled against her soft, swollen flesh and continued to do whatever he needed to do to make the mews and whimpers escape her, to make her dig her fingers into his hair, her nails into his scalp. Her cries were music to his ears when he slipped two fingers inside her, finding her center hot and tight. Curling them, he stroked her spot until her body shuddered, and she slammed her palm on the bed, her hips shooting up, dislodging his mouth as she came hard. As soon as her hips returned to the bed, he was up and over her, plucking at her tight nipples with his lips and teeth.
She was driving him crazy. He couldn’t be gentle anymore, he couldn’t hold back any longer. He had to make her his.

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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