Down & Dirty: Zak (Dirty Angels MC)
The Dirty Angels MC Series, Book 1
Genre: Contemporary, Erotic Romance
This book can be read as a standalone
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, badassed 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.
Note: This book in the series can be read as a standalone. It includes an HEA ending. It is intended for audiences over 18 years of age since it includes explicit sexual scenes.
Sophie double checked the counters to make sure anything edible had been put away and that any stray crumbs had been wiped clean so they wouldn’t attract ants, or mice. She shuddered at the thought of a rodent running through her bakery. She wiped her hands on her apron, then pulled it over her head and threw it in the laundry bag to be washed.
With a sigh of relief that the long day was finally over, she moved toward the front of the shop to lock the door before heading up to shower and collapse on her bed. She needed sleep because she had to do this all over again tomorrow.
As an adult, her dream had always been to open her own business. In her teens, her passion had been baking in her grandmother’s kitchen. Learning the ins and outs of baking sweet treats from her grandmother that made people smile. Whether cakes, cookies, brownies, cupcakes, whatever.
So, when her grandmother died last year and left her the bulk of her estate, she decided to do something with that money to make her dream come true. It wasn’t a fortune, no. But it was enough of a nest egg to buy a building in a town where the real estate and taxes were reasonable, but also where the population was large enough to sustain the business.
And that’s how she landed in Shadow Valley, a half hour south west of Pittsburgh. She hadn’t been looking in the area since she was from Philadelphia, but when her agent called to say she found the perfect business—a turnkey bakery that included all the equipment and even had an apartment above it for her to live in—she couldn’t resist.
Not in her right mind.
The only problem was she had no family or friends nearby.
As she reached to twist the deadbolt, the door flew open making the bells above it clank in protest. With a yelp, she fell back, losing her balance and landing with a thud on her ass. Her heart froze in her chest before thumping wildly all the way into her throat.
What the hell?
Trying to catch her breath, she looked up to see a man standing over her, legs spread wide, hand reaching out.
“Sorry,” he grumbled. “Was tryin’ to catch you before you locked me out. Didn’t mean to knock you down like that.”
Sophie’s gaze bounced from the outstretched hand to that damn biker’s eyes. Holy hell.
She swallowed, gathered her wits, and pushed herself to her feet, ignoring his offer of help.
“You okay?” His deep, gravelly voice almost pulled a shudder from her. Almost.
Sophie brushed off her ass and frowned. “You couldn’t have just knocked?”
“I knock, doubt you’d let me in.”
He had that right. But she scowled anyway.
He dropped his hand then turned on his biker booted heel to lock the deadbolt.
Last time he locked a door they ended up naked, and she’d had three unplanned orgasms.
She tilted her head and studied him as he swung back to face her. Though, those orgasms hadn’t been such a bad thing. He was just the wrong person to have them with.
He smiled as if he’d read her mind.