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Down & Dirty: Slade
Dirty Angels MC, Book 6

By USAT 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 Slade’s story…

He thought he liked easy. Until she showed him easy was boring.

Right out of the Marines, Slade’s first mistake was patching into a club that was headed down a destructive path. His second was rolling into Shadow Valley on a search for answers. He had no plans to patch into another club, even one like the DAMC, and he certainly wasn’t looking for an ol’ lady. Especially a ball-buster like Diamond, who could singe the hair off a brother’s nuts with just a look.
DAMC born and bred, Diamond was ready to give up on becoming an ol’ lady until the heavily tattooed biker rolled into town on his Harley. Problem is, months later Slade’s still a mystery. He never talks about himself or his past, and Diamond wants answers. But she's not quite ready for what’s uncovered: secrets that could very well implode the club. It doesn’t just bring Slade’s loyalty into question, but forces Diamond to make a choice she doesn’t want to make. A choice that affects not only Slade, but the whole MC.

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 wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth as he pushed his jeans over his hips and down his legs. He kicked them off and when he straightened her eyes fell to his cock, which was standing straight out from his body.
She was about to start singing “Happy Birthday” to herself.
She couldn’t pull her eyes away when he grabbed his hard-on and stroked it a couple times.
“Still waitin’,” he grumbled, snapping her into action.
She sank onto his bed and pulled off her high-heeled boots, throwing them across the small room. His eyes followed them as they smacked into the wall. He frowned as she tugged off her socks and threw them the same direction.
After standing up, she had her top and jeans off within seconds and thrown out of the way. Her breathing shallowed as she stood in her bra and panties before him, waiting for him to make the first move.
Because she couldn’t wait for his hands, his tongue, his lips to be on her, his cock inside her.
Yes. Happy, happy birthday to me.
They stood staring at each other and she wondered why he wasn’t moving. Even his hand had stilled on his cock. She questioned if he was even breathing.
“Slade,” she whispered.
Suddenly, she was knocked back onto the bed, all the air rushing from her lungs and he was over her, tearing at her bra and panties, ripping them off and tossing them over his shoulder.
Fuck, yes.
His fingers dove into her long hair and he ripped her head back, shoved his face into her neck and scrapped his teeth down her throat, down her chest until he latched roughly onto one of her nipples. He tugged it with his teeth before sucking it deep.
“Holy shit, yes,” she hissed, her eyes rolling back in her head as the pull of his mouth on her nipple made her core clench tight.
She bucked her hips beneath him, feeling his hard length pressing into her thigh, his hot, silky precum leaking onto her skin. She groaned into his mouth as he took it, shoving his tongue deep, reminding her who was the stronger of the two.
She tangled her tongue with his, challenging that notion. Then she bit his bottom lip and he jerked back, his eyes dark, his breath rapid as he stared down at her.
A slow smile crept over his face. “That’s it, give me some of that fight with my fuck.”
He wanted fight? He’d get it.
She slammed her palms into his chest and he shifted back from the impact. With a growl, he snagged her wrists and pinned them to the mattress and took her mouth once again, making sure she tasted the blood she drew. A groan bubbled up from deep at the back of her throat.
Releasing her mouth, he moved his way back down, biting and nipping her flesh as he went. After letting her wrists go, he snagged one nipple with his mouth and the other with his fingers, twisting it hard.
She whimpered and arched her neck, dragging her nails down his back, scoring his flesh. He made a noise against her breast but didn’t stop the intense attention he was giving them.
Wet and throbbing, her pussy clenched tightly as she dug her fingers into his ass and shifted beneath him. “Fuck me,” she groaned.
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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