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Down & Dirty: Linc (Down & Dirty: Dirty Angels MC #9)

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Jeanne St. James

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

For Linc, life was easy. But life’s about to change.

The Dirty Angels MC is Linc’s life. The club his family. His lifesaver when he’d been drowning. Being a part of the club makes life easy for him. He wakes up, rolls out of bed, heads downstairs for grub, booze, women, whatever, before hitting the bar at night for work.

But then there’s Jayde. A dark-haired, blue-eyed beauty, a college graduate and an aspiring attorney. The first time he’d seen her hips swaying through church, he couldn’t keep his eyes off her. Since then, they’ve circled each other for years. But Jayde deserves better than him, so he’s kept her at arm’s length. Linc has nothing to offer her, while she’s poised to take on the world.
Not only that, she’s dangerous. Her father’s a cop. Her brother, too. Even worse, her oldest brother is the club president. And that’s the most dangerous of all. No matter how much he wants to touch her, smell her, taste her, make her his, he knows he’ll take his life into his own hands by doing so.

Jayde’s torn between her family and the forbidden pull of both Linc and the DAMC. Will a mistake they make finish destroying the Jamisons? Or will it heal the long-time rift between the club and her family?

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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Dirty Angels MC Series by Jeanne St. James

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Chapter One

“I’m pregnant.”

Behind the bar, Linc turned slowly to look at Jayde. She’d been standing there for about ten minutes and he’d ignored her every second of those minutes. For a good fucking reason, too.

He didn’t want anything to do with her.

No fucking way.

She was dangerous. And no matter how much he’d wanted to touch her, smell her, taste her, he knew he would be taking his life in his own hands by doing so.

“Congrats,” he muttered through clenched teeth, keeping his face neutral and trying to slow his racing heartbeat. He grabbed the nearest towel and began to scrub at the shellacked bar top, even though it was already clean.

Thank fuck it wasn’t him who got snagged. Some other sucker was tied to her for the rest of his life. Stuck with dealing with her goddamn family.

“Same to you,” she said softly.

His spine stiffened, his hand froze. He slowly lifted his head and met her blue eyes. The ones that always got him right in the gut. In the dick, too. “Whataya mean?”

“It’s yours.”

He shook his head. He must not have heard her right. “No.”

“Yes, Linc.”

Linc let his gaze slide through The Iron Horse Roadhouse. Though it wasn’t busy, he wanted to make sure no one else had heard her. Especially one of the fucking brothers.

He wasn’t in the mood to get his ass thumped tonight. Or any night. Even though he was good with his fists and Slade had been teaching him better boxing techniques, he didn’t want to get down and dirty with any of his club brothers.

He moved closer to her, the wide polished wood bar the only thing separating the two of them, and whispered, “How?”

She arched a dark brow at him. “Really? Do I need to teach you about the birds and the bees? You seem to have that all figured out. Hence… our predicament.”

He planted his palms on the bar and leaned in close. So close that he could see every shade of blue in her eyes. “Jayde, this shit ain’t fuckin’ funny.”

She lifted one shoulder. “It’s definitely not a joke. It’s true.”

He blew out a shaky breath, straightened, and rubbed the back of his hand across his mouth, then wrapped his fingers around the back of his neck, squeezing tightly. “Can’t be. Only did it once. Fuckin’ assured me you were on the pill.”

“If you haven’t heard, once can be enough. And… And the pill isn’t one hundred percent effective.”

Holy fuck.

Linc closed his eyes and saw his life flash before them. Her family consisted of two fucking cops and the DAMC president.

He was fucked. So goddamned fucked.

He had a feeling he’d end up in jail on some trumped-up charges, shot with a service weapon, or mysteriously disappearing by one of Diesel’s “Shadows.”

He’d knocked up Sergeant Mitchell Jamison’s baby girl. And the baby sister of not only Corporal Axel Jamison, but Zak Jamison, the Dirty Angels MC president.

For fuck’s sake, this couldn’t be happening.

He groaned, his stomach a hollow pit. “Please tell me this is a fuckin’ joke, Jayde.”

Why the hell did she look so calm? Shouldn’t she be upset? Freaking out?

Jayde shook her head, her long dark brown hair brushing over her shoulders. He had sunk his teeth into the smooth, ivory flesh of one of those that night.

“It’s not. Sorry you’re so disappointed.”

His head jerked back. “What the fuck? And you’re not?”

She gave him a small smile and dropped her hand to her belly, which was still as flat as ever.

Of fucking course, it would be. He’d finally given in to her only two months ago. Despite his resistance and every attempt at keeping a level head, she had worn him down until the night of Kiki and Hawk’s wedding…


She had got to him when he was buzzing on whiskey. When his walls were down. When she was wearing a sexy as fuck red low-cut dress that showed off her tits, clung to her hips, and swirled around her luscious thighs. When he couldn’t fight what he wanted any longer.

A moment of weakness… could turn out to be the biggest mistake of his life.

Jester, the newest patched member, moved down the bar with a shot of something in his tattooed hand for one of the customers. As he slid behind Linc, he greeted, “Hey, Jayde. Lookin’ good, babe.”

Linc’s spine snapped straight.

Jayde gave Jester a small smile. “Hey, Jester.”

Jester hesitated, his smile widening. “Watcha doin’ hangin’ out here? Gonna stay for a bit?”

With a growl, Linc grabbed the shot glass out of the younger brother’s hand and downed it before slapping it onto the bar.

“Hey!” Jester yelled. “That was for the fuckin’ guy on the end.”

“Don’t give a shit. Get him another. Watch the bar. Me and Jayde need to talk.”

Jester’s gaze slid from Linc to Jayde and back to Linc. “’Bout what?”