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Saturday, November 11, 2017

Release Day Blitz & Giveaway For DOWN & DIRTY: JAG By Jeanne St. James

Down and Dirty: Jag
Dirty Angels MC #2
Jeanne St. James
Genre: Contemporary Romance /
MC Romance
Date of Publication: 11/11/17
ISBN: 978-1977950727
Number of pages: 236
Cover Artist: Susan Garwood

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 1:

He was going to 
kill the bitch.

Jag pounded on 
the door. Again.

She was pushing 
him to his limit. And that 
was not good.
For him. For her.

For the human 
race in general.

“Fuckin’ open 
the door or I’ll bust the fuckin’ thing in, 
got me?” 
He was going to
knock politely only one more time, then that was it.

He politely 
kicked the door with his heavy biker boot. 
That was going to leave a mark.

“If you don’t 
open this fuckin’ door right—”

The door jerked 
open and something—or someone—
tried to fly by him.

Jag reached out 
a hand and snagged the fleeing body. 
With a grip around a skinny bicep, the guy
came to a screeching halt.

Jag flung him 
around to face him. He scowled. “Who 
the fuck are you?”

The already pale 
guy turned sheet white. With eyes 
wide, mouth open, he had a discarded shirt
bunched in his fist and his pants hung loosely around his hips, since he 
apparently hadn’t taken the time to finish 
fastening them before the man 
decided to jet.

Which was a 
smart move. But then, Ivy tended 
to pick smart dudes. Though, they never hung
around long. Geeky dudes and a biker babe don’t mix 
no matter how many times 
she tries.

And he got it, 
he really did. Ivy was smart herself. 
Genius even. And she needed a challenge.

Other than 
becoming a biker’s ol’ lady. Or his ol’ lady, 
more like it.

Jag looked down 
at the guy’s bare feet. It seemed he 
forgot his fucking shoes in his haste.

Stupid fuck.
Maybe he wasn’t so smart after all.

“You touch Dirty 
Angels property?”

The guy’s mouth 
opened and closed like a guppy as 
he stared up at Jag, who towered over him by
at least five inches.

“Asked a damn 
question. Did you—”
“Get gone, Jag.”

His eyes slid to 
the woman now standing in the 
doorway, holding out a pair of loafers with socks
tucked into them. The one wearing a fucking robe and 
probably nothing else.

The guy’s eyes
dropped to his offered shoes, then he snagged them 
and clasped them to his 
chest as if they were a lifeline.

“Get in the
house. Deal with you shortly.”

“The hell you 
will. Get gone, Jag.”

His head twisted 
in her direction and he took his 
time inspecting her from top to toe. That
fucking deep red hair of hers spilled around her shoulders, 
clearly messed up 
from a fresh fuck, which he hoped he’d interrupted. Because if anyone should be
in her bed, it should be him.

Her lips were 
swollen and pouty. Goddamn, if she had 
those lips around this nerd’s cock, his
brain would explode. Her green eyes snapped in anger.

Whatever. She 
could be mad all she wanted. He was just 
as pissed. No, more.

“Who I fuck is 
none of your damn business,” 
came out of that smart mouth.

He gritted his 
teeth before answering. “The fuck it isn’t. 
Anything to do with DAMC property 
is my business.”

Especially after
she climbed into his bed all those months ago.

“Well, I’m not 
DAMC property. So GET GONE!”

Jag released the 
now very scared guy with a shove. 
He stumbled, caught his balance on the
veranda railing, then ran down the metal stairs, 
taking two at a time. Like a
scared mouse, he sprinted toward a car parked on 
the street. He should’ve 
known the guy drove 
a fucking Prius. He should’ve slashed the geek-mobile’s
tires for dipping his dick in DAMC property.

“Fucker doesn’t 
even ride a bike. You’ve got shit 
taste in lays, Ivy.”

“Don’t I know 
it,” she muttered, making 
Jag’s jaw tighten.

“Don’t come back 
here,” Jag yelled his warning 
through the dark to the guy scrambling into his
car like his ass was on fire. “If you know what’s good 
for ya,” he finished 
under his breath. He turned back 
to face the pissed-off redhead dressed in
black silk that hugged all her damn curves. 
His balls tightened as hard as his
jaw. “Probably needs a dick extension to fuck you.”

“I don’t know if 
that’s an insult to me or to him. 
Either way, you don’t belong here, Jag. So,
I’ll say it again, get gone.”
“Not leavin’.”

Ivy lifted a 
shoulder. “Okay then. You’ll be standing 
out here all night while I’m sleeping
soundly in my bed. Thanks to you, alone. Normally, 
I’d say good night, but...
fuck you.”

The door slammed 
shut and Jag heard the deadbolt 
click. He grimaced and stared at the door.

Little did she 
know that her uncle, Ace, 
had given him the key.

He grinned, 
turned on his heel and jogged down
 the steps to where his bike was parked at
the foot of the stairway in the pawn shop lot.

She may not let 
him in, but his mission was 
accomplished. He chased away Ivy’s latest conquest.

And he’d keep 
doing it until she got some sense and 
realized everything she needed has been
right in front of her all along.

He put his girl 
between his legs, hit her starter and 
closed his eyes for a moment, surrounded
by the smooth rumble of his straight exhaust pipes.

His bike was 
everything to him. The only thing 
he wanted more between his legs was Ivy.

The only thing 
he loved more than his bike was... 
fucking Ivy.

And she was a fucking bitch.

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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