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text 2017-09-10 08:10
Release Day Blitz - Down & Dirty: Zak

 

 

 

Down & Dirty: Zak (Dirty Angels MC, Book 1)

By Jeanne St. James

 

Genre: Steamy Contemporary Romance

 

On sale for $2.99 for a limited time or FREE on Kindle Unlimited!

 

Kindle: http://amzn.to/2uIGwVy

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Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35845896-down-dirty

 

 

Blurb:

 

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

 

After spending the last ten years in prison, Zak, former DAMC president, has a few priorities: to reconnect with his “brothers,” to get drunk, and to get laid. Not necessarily in that order. When he spots a stunning woman in the clubhouse and mistakes her for one of the club’s strippers, those priorities get a bit skewed.

Sophie has no idea what happened to her life. One minute she’s totally focused on building her bakery business, and the next? She’s delivering a cake to the Dirty Angels motorcycle club’s “homecoming” celebration for a member who just got out of prison. Little does she know baking that cake will change the rest of her life, not to mention, make her a target for a rival MC. Normally, Sophie wouldn’t be caught dead with a man like Zak, a tattooed, ex-con, badass biker.

When a decades old territory war threatens to rip them apart, Zak will do anything to keep Sophie, his club, and the town safe. But being from two different worlds, the threat they’re under may not be worth the risk.

 

 

 

Excerpt:

 

Sophie had no idea what happened to her life. One minute she’s totally focused on building her bakery business, and the next?

 

She closed her eyes and groaned. Somehow the next, she’s being pulled through a crowd of rowdy bikers and their “bitches” in the cold night air, heading toward a roaring bonfire that appeared to be made up of a mountain of wood pallets. The flames licked halfway to heaven.

 

As Zak strode forward, Sophie leaned back trying to slow him down a bit. She was wearing her very favorite suede knee-high boots. The brown ones that had a really nice heel on them that made her legs look longer. And slimmer. Because that was important, too. However, the heel didn’t make it easy to walk in the dark over stones, dead grass and rough patches of dirt.

 

She had a feeling she would end up on her ass. She should have worn sneakers instead.

 

Especially since she wasn’t trying to impress anyone here.

 

She didn’t even want to be here in the first place.

 

How the hell did she even end up here tonight?

 

The man currently hauling her around left pissed off last night and she had no clue why he even insisted on pursuing her... pursuing this. Whatever the hell this was.

 

The worst part was she had shut down the bakery early, locked the door, turned off all the lights, and went upstairs to hide just in case he did show up at eight. Like he had threatened.

 

And when eight-oh-five came around and he hadn’t shown up, she had breathed a sigh of relief. But then, she should have realized that bikers probably weren’t prompt or watched the time. Life apparently revolved around them, not the clock.

 

Nope, fuck everyone else.

 

So, she left the lights off in her apartment, too, and wearing a pair of yoga pants and an old, soft sweatshirt, she sank onto her couch to catch up on some TV.

 

Well, that was until there was a man in black standing before her, hands on his hips.

 

And if that didn’t make her scream and her heart beat a million miles a minute, nothing would.

 

She had no idea how he got in or why she didn’t hear him. Maybe he was right about the shop needing better security.

 

She needed it just to keep him out.

 

But as he stood over her, her stomach dropped—once it stopped spinning. Holy Hannah, even in the glow of the TV he looked good with his badass clothes, his badass tats, and his badass bod.

 

He jerked his stubbled chin in her direction. “That what you’re wearing?”

 

“How did you get in here?”

 

“Told you I’d be here at eight.”

 

She raised her eyebrows in disbelief. “I locked the door.”

 

“I know. Diesel will be makin’ your place more secure.”

 

He knew someone named after fuel. Okay, then.

 

“Question was: That what you’re wearin’?”

 

She looked down at her clothes, then back up at him. He was judging her clothing choices? “Uh, no. I’m not going.”

 

He blinked slowly as if trying to keep his patience. “Babe.”

 

Maybe he should be more worried about her patience. “My name is Sophie.”

 

“Know what your name is.”

 

“Babe is a pig in a movie.”

 

She swore she heard him snort. Though, it sounded much sexier than a pig.

 

“Got wraps. We can stay here and fuck, or we can go to church.”

 

Sophie heard the silent, “And then fuck,” he was tacking onto the end of that in his mind.

 

Wasn’t much of a choice. “How about neither. I hate church.”

 

This time he definitely snorted. He leaned over and switched on the lamp next to the couch. Sophie squinted as her eyes adjusted to the light.

 

Hot damn, he looked even better in the light.

 

Fuck her life.

 

His beard was freshly trimmed tight to his jaw, his hair actually looked like he ran a comb through it even though it had a shaggy, sexy tousled look to it. His eyes were lit up with amusement.

 

Then there was the rest of him. He had a well-fitting pair of Levi’s encasing his long legs which ended at his black biker boots, of course. And on her way back up, she noticed the same belt as yesterday, and couldn’t forget that grimy black leather vest. Under it was a black thermal Henley that snugged his torso. And his muscular arms. And that muscular chest of his. She finally let her eyes rise to his and he wore a wide smile.

 

Cocky.

 

“Babe. Yeah, thinking stayin’ here and fuckin’ may be the choice you’ll be makin’. I brought a few.”

 

Sophie shook herself out of her daze. “A few what?”

 

“Wraps. Nothin’s gonna hold us back tonight.”

 

Well, that was a relief.

 

Not.

 

 

 

About the Author:

 

JEANNE ST. JAMES is a bestselling erotic romance author who loves an Alpha male (or two). She was only thirteen when she started writing since it gave her an escape from teenage angst! 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

 

To keep up with her busy release schedule check her website at www.jeannestjames.com or sign up for her newsletter: http://www.jeannestjames.com/newslettersignup

 

Author Links:

 

Website: http://www.jeannestjames.com

Blog: http://jeannestjames.blogspot.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/JeanneStJamesAuthor/

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/jeannestjames/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/JeanneStJames

Amazon Author Page: http://tinyurl.com/JeanneStJames

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/JeanneStJames

Newsletter: http://www.jeannestjames.com/newslettersignup

Review & Book Crew: https://www.facebook.com/groups/JeannesReviewCrew/

 

 

 

 

 

 

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text 2017-06-06 17:08
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text 2017-04-12 06:40
Book Blitz and Giveaway for Brothers in Blue: Matt Jeanne St. James (Brothers in Blue #3)

Brothers in Blue: Matt
Jeanne St. James
(Brothers in Blue #3)
Publication date: April 9th 2017
Genres: Erotica, Romance

Meet the men of Manning Grove, three small-town cops and brothers, who meet the women who will change the rest of their lives. This is Matt’s story…
As a former Marine, Matt Bryson has dealt with PTSD ever since coming home from the Middle East. He finds himself fortunate to be able to return to his job as a cop at the local police department with his brothers Max and Marc.
Dr. Carly Stephens works hard as an obstetrician at the local hospital, struggling to pay off her medical school loans, financially support her elderly parents, and save money to adopt a baby. Unable to have children, she still longs for one of her very own.
Instantly attracted to the Dictator Doctor, Matt finds Carly easily brings him to his knees both emotionally and physically. What starts out only as a convenient sexual relationship turns into a whole lot more when dealing with their pasts and their future. Especially since Matt doesn’t ever want children.
Matt and Carly find themselves on a passionate and emotional journey that can either bring them together or rip them apart.
Note: This book can be read as a stand-alone and has an HEA ending. Due to the sensual and explicit sexual nature of the story, it is intended only for readers 18+. Trigger warning: this book includes a main character who is dealing with PTSD.
EXCERPT:
She didn’t know why the angry asshole sitting next to her made her want to fuck his brains out.Yet something pulled at her.Maybe it was the challenge.Or the fact she hadn’t had sex in…hell, forever.Maybe she needed a night of angry sex to relieve some of the stress of being an overworked OB/GYN at a small hospital.Maybe she just needed a few explosive orgasms to help her forget about all the debt she had. All the responsibilities.She peeked out of the corner of her eye at him. Officer Asshole had a shit-eating grin on his face. Surely, it wouldn’t take much to wipe it off.“Where are you heading?” she asked.“Taking you home.”“Take me to your place.”His head snapped in her direction and the truck swerved when he jerked the wheel. He straightened it out and concentrated back on the road. “What?”Yep. Now he wore a frown instead of that cocky grin.“Take. Me. To. Your. Place.” The words were distinct and forceful. She wanted to make sure he knew she wouldn’t take no for an answer.“Why?” he asked, the suspicion thick in his voice.“Really?”“I want to make sure I’m not hallucinating,” he said.“To fuck me into oblivion.”His eyebrows rose, but he kept his eyes on the road. “What if I suck at sex?”“You won’t.” She smirked. “Assholes are always good in bed.”His brows crept even higher. “Sounds like you know from experience.”“I do.” Unfortunately, it was the truth.“Maybe I can’t get it up.”Carly looked at his lap. The distinct bulge in his jeans kind of shot that lie to bits. “Assholes can always get it up.”With a cocked eyebrow, he asked, “You have a thing for assholes?”“I must.”


Author Bio:
JEANNE ST. JAMES is an erotic romance author who loves an Alpha male (or two). She was only thirteen when she started writing since it gave her an escape from teenage angst! 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.
She has a few new releases coming up in 2017. So keep an eye on her website at www.jeannestjames.com or sign up for her newsletter: http://www.jeannestjames.com/newslettersignup

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review 2017-01-02 02:36
Brothers in Blue: Max - Jeanne St. James

This is the first in a series. Max enjoys being in control and takes his job seriously. Amanda has been controlled for too many years and now it is her chance to prove she can be responsible. I loved her willingness to take on the challenges before her despite feeling out of place. With guidance from the Bryson family, she achieves some confidence. The heat between the two is off the charts except when they are bumping heads, although this fuels the feelings. The end of the story had tears in my eyes.

I read this story for Monica's Review and eBook Discovery. This is my unsolicited review.

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review 2016-06-23 14:12
Farewell to Manzanar with Connections - Jeanne Watatsuki Houston,James D. Houston

This book has been on my "to be read" list for quite a while. I picked up a copy at the Rosie the Riveter Museum gift shop last week.

Wow. This book takes on a lot of heavy subjects. The author, Jeanne Wakatsuki Houston, was interned (along with her family) for three years as a result of Executive Order 9066. She was seven years old when the family entered Manzanar and 10 when they left.

Houston gives us a clear picture of what life was like for Japanese internees during World War II. She tells us not only of what the camps were like, but what reentry was like for Japanese-Americans when the camps were closed.

I worked with a man who had been an internee, and one of my favorite school teachers was an internee as well. This book gave me insight into what their lives had been like.

Sadly, I must say that this book is a timely one that people should read *today.* With calls for "walls" and other bigoted commentary about people who look or believe differently from the majority being considered mainstream due to the present presidential race, it seems that Santayana was right: those who have not studied history are doomed to repeat it.

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