Hello Smexy Books! Thanks so much for having me on the final day of “11 Days of Dirty Eleven.” You’ve been so kind to my MC series. I’m celebrating with a very dirty excerpt from Shooting Dirty. Leave a comment for a chance to win a digital copy.

She’s his only salvation

Ace Clemmons has wanted Janelle from the moment he first saw her. Taking her captive while he carried out his last hit as a member of Dirty Eleven nearly broke him. Now that he’s gone straight, he’s back in her life, looking to stake his claim. He can’t erase the past but he’ll do anything to make it up to her.

Janelle Parker needs a new start, far away from the trailer park and the strip club. A down and dirty affair with a tattooed criminal is a step in the wrong direction, but she can’t resist Ace’s deliciously commanding touch, which has haunted her dreams for months. Soon they’re both in too deep, falling hard and fast—until an old feud with a rival motorcycle club explodes into an all-out war. Dirty Eleven’s enemies won’t hesitate to hurt Janelle to get to Ace. She has to fight to survive…and for the fiercest love she’s ever known.

Book two of the Dirty Eleven MC series

84,000 words

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EXCERPT: Ace and Janelle share a heated conversation and a hotter encounter.

“Is Skye with her grandparents by your choice?” she asked.

“The courts placed her there.”

Her gaze sharpened with sudden understanding. “He’s your boss. You owe him for the legal strings he pulled, and he makes you hunt people.”

He shouldn’t have told her anything. He shouldn’t have come here and fucked her. But damn if he didn’t want to do it again. Stepping forward, he gripped the shirt she’d borrowed from him and yanked it open, exposing her breasts. Her stomach quivered at his aggression. “I didn’t say you could grill me, plaything.”

She moistened her lips. “I don’t do what you say.”

“Yes, you do.” He covered her mouth with his before she could protest, drowning her in a brutal kiss. She made him feel like an animal, raw and uncivilized. He couldn’t control what was happening in his life. He couldn’t control Bill, or Jester. He couldn’t have peace or justice or anything else he wanted.

But he could have this. He could control her.

She didn’t fight him, so he made a fist in her ponytail and thrust his tongue into her mouth, taking what he needed. Showing her who was in charge. She tasted like orange juice and cigarettes, smoky and sweet and hot. With a low growl, he lifted her off the counter and carried her back to the bedroom. He tossed her on the mattress.

She braced her weight on her elbows, gaping at him. But she didn’t say no, and she didn’t say cowboy.

He climbed on top of her and pushed her arms over her head, securing her wrists to the headboard once again. Then he just feasted on her. Mouth, throat, breasts, belly. She’d taken off the collar earlier, leaving her neck bare. He bit her there softly, scraping his teeth along her skin. He settled between her legs, closing his mouth over her smooth, wet pussy.

She came before he expected her to. Her hips bucked off the mattress and she exploded with a sharp cry. He gentled her with his tongue. When she stopped quaking, he lifted his head to study her. She was soaking wet, her slit glistening.  

Fuck.

He tore open another condom and unbuttoned his fly, covering his aching cock. Then he positioned himself against her and drove in deep. Their eyes met and his mouth descended on hers. She kissed him back, sobbing prettily with each thrust. Not sobbing like it hurt…more like it hurt so good.