“Another outstanding book by this exceptionally talented author! I really don’t think Jeanne St. James knows how to create a bad book! This crossover book had me from the git go with the great character and plot development that kept me anxiously turning the pages to find out what was happening on the very next page.” ~★★★★★ Goodreads Review (Pat)
Is the risk worth the reward?
It was a time to gather with the allies to witness the wedding of a president and his ol’ lady in front of the three powerful clubs that rule western Pennsylvania.
The Bloody Fury MC.
The Dark Knights MC.
And of course, Crash’s own club, the Dirty Angels MC.
Three tight-knit brotherhoods celebrating a weekend blow-out full of women, partying and more.
For Crash, it may end up being so much more.
She’s the property of another club.
Property he can’t resist touching.
But taking what he wants means risking a crack in the alliance, one he doesn’t want to be responsible for.
Creating an issue he doesn’t need to cause for his MC. For his president.
But Crash has never been one to blindly follow the rules.
Especially when it comes to someone so tempting.
In the end, she ends up being a risk he can’t stop from taking.
To hell with the consequences.
Note: While this book can be read as a standalone, it’s a crossover between the Dirty Angels MC series and the Blood Fury MC series. It’s best read after the complete DAMC series and before Blood & Bones: Ozzy (Blood Fury MC, book 9). As always, this book has no cheating, no cliffhanger and has an HEA.
Crash’s gaze followed the hot as fuck blonde as she carried the beer back to him, a smile still on her face. He wondered if she was just the type of person who was in a good mood most of the time. Or if it was an act, since her MC had visitors and they had been told to be accommodating to their guests.
Either way, the smile gave her face a glow and her eyes a sparkle that were hard to ignore.
Her long, blonde hair was on the darker side with lighter blonde streaks running through it. Her skin looked smooth to the touch and was golden brown, like she spent a lot of time out in the sun. Her eyes were almost the same color, a light brown with some gold and maybe some flecks of green in them.
Large and observant.
She was slender but with curves in all the right places. Her hips, her ass and her tits. No doubt she worked hard at her figure. Her hard work paid off.
“Sorry, I’m not a bartender. I just play one on TV,” she joked as she placed the red Solo cup filled to the very rim in front of him.
A few gold rings encircled her slender fingers, nothing bulky or gaudy but simple. Her long fingernails were painted a color that matched the color of her lips, he was sure the red color had some sort of fancy name that he couldn’t give a shit about. To him it was simply red.
“Horrible with head.”
Crash lifted his gaze from her hand holding his cup to her. “What?”
Her ears had multiple piercings but they were all small gold hoops that lined the delicate outer shells and the lobes he wanted to suck from what he could see under her hair. All of her jewelry, even the simple black cord that hung around her neck with a pendant hanging from it, were nothing outrageously expensive or blinding like a huge diamond.
She could dress simple and still look like a million bucks.
She didn’t appear to be high maintenance but she also looked like she could easily slip into that role if she chose to. She could stand next to her ol’ man and fit in, wearing exactly what she was wearing now. Just like she could wear a fancy dress and be on the arm of some guy in a tux with a champagne flute in her hand.
She could get her hands dirty or keep her nails clean and look natural either way.
He liked that.
He liked women who left you guessing how dirty they got behind closed doors.
“I said I’m not good at pouring a draft. The head ends up being too high or thick or whatever it’s called. There are people around here that can serve a draft beer better than I can.”
He lifted the cup and swallowed some of the foam until he got to the beer beneath it. “Don’t matter. It’s free, it’s cold and it’s bein’ served up by the likes of you.”
JEANNE ST. JAMES is a USA Today and international bestselling romance author who loves writing about strong women and alpha males. She was only thirteen when she first started writing. Her first published piece was an erotic short story in Playgirl magazine. She then went on to publish her first romance novel in 2009. She is now an author of over fifty contemporary romances. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages, including interracial. Want to read a sample of her work? Download a free sampler book here: BookHip.com/MTQQKK
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