Today, we're revealing the cover for Dirty Deals by Nicole James. This is a romantic suspense novel and the second book in the Devil Kings MC series. This reveal is hosted by Give Me Books Promotions. Read on to learn more about the book and read an excerpt!
ABOUT THE BOOK!
Title: Dirty Deals
Series: Devil Kings MC #2
Author: Nicole James
Genre: Romance, Suspense
Release Date: July 9, 2020
Rusty—
I’m the president of the Devil Kings Atlanta MC. With a fractious club to rebuild and a revolving door on my bedroom, the last thing I need is 5’4” of sex-on-a-stick trouble.
When a mysterious beauty shows up with her playmate’s body, dark soulful eyes and a bagful of cash, I’m willing to make an exception.
I don’t fully trust her, but she needs my help.
Ashlynn—
Things are finally good. I am one of the best high-roller hostesses on the strip. But I’ve lived in Las Vegas two years and have yet to unpack my bags. Why? Because shit always goes sideways.
I should have known this time would be no different.
When I’m asked to hostess a private poker game at a mega exclusive hotel penthouse, I end up in the proverbial wrong place at the wrong time.
I’m the soul witness to a double murder and I’m suddenly on the run again, but this time I’m running for my life.
I get as far as Atlanta before my Porsche blows a tire.
That’s when he shows up. Dangerous. Drop-dead gorgeous. Scary badass biker. One I can’t take my eyes off. Maybe this town is as good as any to lay low.
When trouble tracks me down, I want to run again. But he has other plans.
He’ll protect me—for a price.
My willing body in his big bed—all night, every night.
That’s the dirty deal he offers.
Dare I accept?
Where the President of the Devil Kings is involved, there are no rules.
But I’ll stand toe-to-toe with him and make it out of this bargain with my heart intact. Because in the end, running is what I do best.
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Rusty—
I’m standing at the gun counter of the local sporting goods store wishing I were anywhere else. Reno dragged me in here with him to get a birthday present for his ol’ lady, Kara. I had no idea he meant a pistol. He’s got a little Sig Sauer P238 in his hand, pink camo, no less.
“She’s left-handed,” he tells the sales guy.
“No problem. We can order her the external thumb safety conversion kit.”
Reno nods. “I’ll need that.”
“It’s a good little gun. Light weight, no recoil, and the slide’s easy,” the guy says.
“She’ll love it,” I agree, grinning. “All chicks want a gun.”
“Don’t be a dick. I want her to be safe,” he snaps.
I can’t help giving him hell. Butterfly’s kept him on his toes for months. The boy is head-over-heels lovesick. I can’t help feeling a little jealous.
The clerk moves off to order the conversion kit and another clerk waits on someone further down the long glass case that extends about twenty feet across the back wall of the store.
“What can I help you with, ma’am?”
I’m leaning on the glass with an elbow, facing Reno, my back to them, when I hear the woman respond.
“I’m looking for a small handgun, please.”
I recognize the voice straight off. It’s the beauty I encountered on the side of the road last week. I straighten, my head swiveling to look over my shoulder. It’s her, all right. My first thought is I can’t believe my luck. My second is, what the hell is she doing in here, and buying a gun, no less? I abandon Reno and walk closer so I can overhear the conversation, but hang back near a display, pretending a sudden interest in duck calls. The old man waiting on her shows her the features and benefits of a small Ruger.
She tries it in her hand. With hardly more consideration that she’d take picking out a pack of gum, she hands it back. “I’ll take one. Can you put it in a case for me?”
“Ma’am, I’m sorry, but there’s a waiting period. You won’t be able to take it with you today. I’ll need to fill out some paperwork first and you’ll have to come back to pick it up.”
“Oh.” Her body deflates at the news, and she swallows. “I see. All right.”
The old man moves off to get the necessary forms, and I move in.
Almost immediately she feels my presence and her head jerks up. When she sees me, her eyes widen. “Oh, it’s you.”
“How are you?”
“Fine and you?”
I frown down at her. She seems nervous. I lift my chin at the Ruger sitting in the glass case. “Please tell me I’m not the reason you’re buying that gun, darlin’.”
I’m standing at the gun counter of the local sporting goods store wishing I were anywhere else. Reno dragged me in here with him to get a birthday present for his ol’ lady, Kara. I had no idea he meant a pistol. He’s got a little Sig Sauer P238 in his hand, pink camo, no less.
“She’s left-handed,” he tells the sales guy.
“No problem. We can order her the external thumb safety conversion kit.”
Reno nods. “I’ll need that.”
“It’s a good little gun. Light weight, no recoil, and the slide’s easy,” the guy says.
“She’ll love it,” I agree, grinning. “All chicks want a gun.”
“Don’t be a dick. I want her to be safe,” he snaps.
I can’t help giving him hell. Butterfly’s kept him on his toes for months. The boy is head-over-heels lovesick. I can’t help feeling a little jealous.
The clerk moves off to order the conversion kit and another clerk waits on someone further down the long glass case that extends about twenty feet across the back wall of the store.
“What can I help you with, ma’am?”
I’m leaning on the glass with an elbow, facing Reno, my back to them, when I hear the woman respond.
“I’m looking for a small handgun, please.”
I recognize the voice straight off. It’s the beauty I encountered on the side of the road last week. I straighten, my head swiveling to look over my shoulder. It’s her, all right. My first thought is I can’t believe my luck. My second is, what the hell is she doing in here, and buying a gun, no less? I abandon Reno and walk closer so I can overhear the conversation, but hang back near a display, pretending a sudden interest in duck calls. The old man waiting on her shows her the features and benefits of a small Ruger.
She tries it in her hand. With hardly more consideration that she’d take picking out a pack of gum, she hands it back. “I’ll take one. Can you put it in a case for me?”
“Ma’am, I’m sorry, but there’s a waiting period. You won’t be able to take it with you today. I’ll need to fill out some paperwork first and you’ll have to come back to pick it up.”
“Oh.” Her body deflates at the news, and she swallows. “I see. All right.”
The old man moves off to get the necessary forms, and I move in.
Almost immediately she feels my presence and her head jerks up. When she sees me, her eyes widen. “Oh, it’s you.”
“How are you?”
“Fine and you?”
I frown down at her. She seems nervous. I lift my chin at the Ruger sitting in the glass case. “Please tell me I’m not the reason you’re buying that gun, darlin’.”
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR!
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Nicole James is a USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author who loves writing about hot alpha men who'll do anything for the women they love! Her stories are filled with struggle, conflict and real human emotion. She is the author of the Evil Dead MC series, the Brothers Ink Tattoo series and more.
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