Saturday, November 11, 2017

Release Day Blitz Down and Dirty: Jag by Jeanne St. James

Down and Dirty: Jag
Dirty Angels MC
Book Two
Jeanne St. James

Genre: Contemporary Romance /
MC Romance

Date of Publication: 11/11/17

ISBN: 978-1977950727

Number of pages: 236
Word Count: 61k

Cover Artist: Susan Garwood

Book Description:

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

The only thing Jag, DAMC Road Captain, loves more than his custom bike is Ivy. He’s wanted her ever since he could remember. However, through the years, he’s had to watch her date anyone but him since she avoids dating bikers like the plague. Instead, she gravitates toward the complete opposite: geeks and nerds. Something Jag will never be.

Smart and independent, Ivy wants to be the property of no man. Growing up in the club, she knows firsthand how they treat women. She regrets the mistake she made by dragging Jag upstairs to his room at the club one drunken night. Ever since then, she’s been doing her best to keep him at arm’s length, though it’s proven difficult. Especially when she finds out his secret, which only endears her to him even more.
Between secrets, lies, and a violent tangle with a rival club, can these two passionate hot-heads find the love and solace they’re looking for in each other’s arms? Or will everything just tumble down around 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.

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Excerpt 2:

Jag sat on the end of the bed and dragged a hand through his hair. He was doing everything he could not to look over his shoulder at Ivy.
He wanted to strangle her, that’s what he wanted to do. Knock some fucking sense into her.
The stubborn woman was always searching for the wrong thing. Always chasing the wrong type of guy. She seemed determined to buck her fate.
What she didn’t realize was that there was no way she could end up permanently with someone like the men she brought home. The geeks, the nerds, the pussies.
They could never satisfy her in the end. Her personality would roll over them. It was one reason they never stuck around long. Jag intimidating them was another. Though, it wasn’t just him that pushed them away. She couldn’t drag a non-biker to club pig roasts and parties and expect them to fit in. Or even feel comfortable.
Ivy was Dirty Angels MC through and through. It was in her blood as much as it was in Jag’s. The same as it was her uncle’s or her cousins’, or even Dex and Bella’s.
Though, he hated to admit it, he’d waited a long time for his shot with her. Way too long. And he was not a man who had a lot of patience. Especially when it came to that spitfire.
He’d watched her through the years desperately trying to avoid ending up with one of the brothers. Did he understand why?
Yeah. Sorta.
Was he going to accept it? Fuck no.
When the day finally came that she admitted she belonged to the club in every way possible, she couldn’t belong to just any one of them. No fucking way.
She was his.
She’d always been his. All the way back to when they were kids and she had a crush on Zak, who’d never make a move on her. Whether she realized it or not, no other brother, or even prospect, would ever approach her, even if she wanted them to.
It was called respect. And it was the glue that bonded the brotherhood.
And, as for respect, Ivy wasn’t showing him any right now. Nothing new, though, he was used to it.
But that wasn’t what bothered him. What stuck in his craw was that he finally had his chance with her when they weren’t drunk and she turned something that could’ve been good into something ugly. It was nothing more than a transaction for her.
He stared down at his hands which were curled into fists on his thighs and blew out a breath.
He needed to get dressed, walk out, and slam the door behind him without so much as a see-ya-the-fuck-later. Cleanse her poison from his system.
He needed to get over her and move the fuck on.
But fuck him, he couldn’t.
He closed his eyes and sighed. “Ah fuck, Ivy.”
“Don’t make this into something it’s not, Jag.”
His jaw tightened and he could barely get out, “Tell me what it is then.”
Nothing. This was nothing to her. He was nothing.
He jumped to his feet and rounded the bed to where she sat back against the headboard. He stared down at her.
Something flickered behind her eyes as she met his.
She was so full of shit.
This wasn’t nothing.

This was everything. And it scared her.

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 and 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.

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