Down and Dirty: Jag
Dirty Angels MC, #2
by Jeanne St. James
Date of
Publication: November 11th 2017
Cover
Artist: Susan Garwood
Genre:
Contemporary Romance, MC Romance
The
Book Junkie Reads . . . Review of . . . DOWN AND DIRTY: Jag (Dirty Angels MC,
#2) . . . Love. Love. Love. Jag and
Ivy are an intense heat. Erotic passion and heat with a bite of danger.
Ivy had her taste of MC life and
she had no plans on going back in to it to be someone whore or ol’ lady. But
there was something about Jag that tempted her. Jag dreamed of only one woman. She just so
happens to want nothing to do with the MC. Now, Jag on the other hand seems to
stir something hot, primal within her. She does what she vowed not to do.
Jag and Ivy together was passion,
heat, desire, explosive. Dirty Angels MC
has won me over with just one punch. I must head back to book one of this
series to be prepared for the next one. I want some Zak, Diesel, and Hawk. I am
excited to see what else comes.
Dirty Angels MC series:
Down and Dirty: Zak – Dirty Angels MC, #1
Down and Dirty: Jag – Dirty Angels MC, #2
Down and Dirty: Hawk – Dirty Angels MC, #3
BLURB
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
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.”
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.
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Author Info
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.
Want to read a sample of her
work? Download a sampler book here: BookHip.com/MTQQKK
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