Daughter of an MC president, Trix Slade is used to living on the wild side, but nothing prepares her for being kidnapped by the Grim Bastards MC. Hellbent on getting back home, Trix will do anything to get away from her captors--anything. There’s only one problem, Boz is as sexy as he is wild-- a tempting combination for a woman like Trix.
He's a bastard with a soul.
The Bastards’ president, Boz Creed, wants to bring Trix’s father down and knows the best way to get to him is by using his precious daughter. Determined to get the revenge he seeks, Boz is willing to do anything to get what he wants--anything. There’s only one problem, Trix is as sexy as she is stubborn--a deadly combination for a man like Boz.
Can love between two rival clubs survive without someone taking the ultimate fall?
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4 Stars
There's nothing more exciting having rival MC going at it, but when you throw in a MC President's daughter into the mix, it causes more drama and angst.
Trix Slade has known the club life since she's been born. She's the daughter of a MC President and always is protected by her father's men. She met Boz Creed when she was young and there was something about the bad boy that intrigued her over the years. But of course nothing could been done, until she was legal age.
Jump forward years ahead, Boz is now president of Grim Bastard and is determined to do whatever is to protect his club and boys. But when someone takes over a shipment that was Boz's club, he is determined to get payback on his rival club. And that means "kidnapping" Trix. And I say kidnapping lightly, because Boz doesn't want a single hair touched on the now beautiful (and legal age!) Trix.
But throwing sass is what Trix does best. She knows that Boz and the Grim Bastards won't hurt her, but being held against her will has her angry, bored and lusting over Boz! I love the banter between Trix and Boz. Box knows as President, he needs to see that his threat by kidnapping Trix, that he means business and wants revenge. But having Trix around is breaking down his walls.
Dirty Bastard is filled with plenty of steamy and hot chemistry between Boz and Trix. And it's also makes you question who you can trust outside the Grim Bastard MC and more importantly who you can or can't trust within. It takes you on an action-packed, dirty and wild read that is full of twists and turns. I'm excited that this kicked-off another great MC series and can't wait to read more!
His hand slowly moves down,
pushing my hair back. Then, he slides
his fingers through my long locks, before grabbing the back of my neck. There is something about his touch that is
different this time. It’s gentle but
also electrifying, sending a zap of pure energy through my body. It’s also possesive, as if he is marking me
as his own. I want to be his, more than I’ve ever wanted anything in the world.
Grabbing my hand, he asks,
“Are you sure about this?”
As much as I want him, my
mind is running in overdrive. Being a virgin, and the daughter of an MC
President, I have very little experience with this shit. Other than a few kisses from high school boys
brave enough to risk my father’s wrath, I’m completely naïve about this
stuff. Well, as naïve as a girl that
grew up in a biker clubhouse can be. I’ve always wanted Boz, even dreamed that
he would be my first, maybe only. But
now that it’s about to happen, my ass is freaking out in a major way.
“Don’t be nervous. Nothing will happen that you don’t want to,”
he says, reading my mood.
He then takes my hand and
leads me into the treeline behind the clubhouse. With each step we take, the sounds of the
party grow more faint. The only light is the shining of the moon, making it
seem as if we are in a world of our own.
We walk in silence for a few minutes, until we come to a clearing just
beside a creek. It’s a place I know well.
He takes the blanket from me,
and as he spreads it out on the ground, he says, “No one should bother us
here.”
My eyes stare at the
moonlight reflecting off the water and ask, “How did you know this place was
here?”
“Your dad showed it to me a
while back. The fucker made me go
fishing with him,” Boz says, surprising the shit out of me.
This spot has always been
special to me; it reminds me of Mom. We
lost her to breast cancer, not long after I met Boz for the first time. Losing her nearly killed Dad and me
both. Being here brings back a ton of
wonderful memories of her and our family.
It’s where my mom taught me to swim, where we would have tea parties and
talk about girly crap. It’s also a place
my dad would take us, just to get away from the club for a few minutes. He said it was our spot, a place for our
family to be together. The last time Dad
brought me here was the day after Mom’s funeral. We sat by the creek, and I cried in his arms
until I fell asleep.
“I know it’s no fancy bed, but I always liked
it out here,” Boz says as he sits down and pulls me down beside him. “I hope you’re okay being out here.”
The sound of crickets
chirping reaches my ears as a huge smile spreads across my face. I’m more than
okay; I’m absolutely estatic. I have the
man of my dreams by my side, and we are in the most beautiful place God ever
created. How could it get any better?
I look up at him and, with
all honesty, say, “I think it’s perfect.”
He raises his hand and runs
his thumb along my cheek. “Good. A woman
like you deserves perfection.”
I know he’s running a game on
me. I can tell that these are lines he’s
used a million times before. Still, it
doesn’t matter. He is saying everything
I need to hear, everything I’ve ever dreamed he would say. I want more, more of
him.
He then leans down and places
his lips on mine, igniting a fire deep inside me. A nearly silent whimper
escapes me, allowing his tongue to sneak inside. His lips are aggressive and fierce, his
tongue gliding against mine as he devours me.
It goes on and on, before he finally pulls back and leans his forehead
against mine.
“You taste fucking amazing,”
he says with a groan.
Not guarding my words, I tell
him, “I will remember that kiss for the rest of my life. I will never forget
the way your tongue feels when it’s wrapped around mine.”
He lifts his head just a
little and simply stares at me for a second, as if he can’t beleive what I just
said. Finally, his lips come back to
mine. He slowly pushes me backwards,
until I am laying flat on the blanket, and continues to kiss me as his body
comes down on mine. We kiss for a few
minutes, our hands all over each other.
Touching and caressing, we get as close as we can to each other with our
clothes still on.
Finally, he starts to lift my
shirt. As soon as his hand touches my
stomach, I go wild. Sitting up, I pull
off my shirt. I do the same to him, trying to jerk his shirt off.
“Slow down, darlin’,” he
says, slipping off his cut and tossing it on the edge of the blanket.
He then pulls off his shirt,
giving me my first glimpse of his ink-covered chest. I reach out to touch the massive Grim
Bastard tat, but he stops me, going in for another kiss. At the same time, he reaches up and rubs his
hand along the seam of my bra, barely touching my breast.
Slipping a finger inside the
cup, he whispers, “So fucking beautiful.”
He reaches around and unsnaps
it, allowing my bra to drop to the ground.
“Oh yeah, more beautiful than I ever imagined.”
His lips meet mine again,
stealing my breath away. His hand
caresses my breast as he takes my puckered nipple in between his fingers and
squeezes, before giving it a twist. My pussy
convulses with anticipation of what’s to come.
I am soaking wet with desire. Unable to stop myself, I rub my thighs
together just to get a little friction.
He tightens his fingers on my
nipple and says, “Fuck, darlin’, you’re gonna have to quit doing that. I can
feel the heat coming off of that sweet little pussy everytime you move. My dick is already so damn hard, it’s about
to bust out of my pants.”
“I want you.” I reach down and rub my hand over his
jean-covered cock.
At first contact, fear starts
to fill me again. He’s hard as hell and
so fucking huge. I may have never
touched a dick before, but I’ve seen my fair share around the clubhouse. None have been this big. The thought of him
trying to fit in my body is as terrifying as it is exciting.
My hand works up and down his
length, squeezing tight each time I come to the tip. With each squeeze, he lets out a grunt. The sound is driving me insane with
need. He pulls back enough to unbutton
my jeans. He slides them down, taking my
panties with them. As soon as they join
my other clothes, he comes back down on me.
As his tongue invades my
mouth once again, a moan of pure pleasure escapes me. As if he knows what I need, his hand slides
between my legs, tweaking my clit.
Instinctively, I lift my hips to meet his searching fingers. I need his cock to be inside me.
When he finally rubs his
fingers in between my folds, he mumbles, “Fuck, Trix. Your pussy is soaking wet. I can’t wait to feel it wrapped around my
dick.”
“Please,” I beg, not quite
sure what I am asking for.
One of his fingers enters me,
curling up to touch the bundle of nerves hidden deep inside. It feels so damn
good I almost come from the pressure alone.
As he slides his finger in and out, he uses his thumb to rub small
circles over my clit. Unable to hold
back a minute more, I let out a long moan.
I grab onto both of his
shoulders and pull him toward me, needing his lips on mine. As his tongue enters my mouth again, he
pushes another finger inside, stretching me to my limits. My hips keep moving against his hand, until
fireworks explode in my body.
As my pussy convulses around
his fingers, he groans. “Your pussy is
so fucking tight. I’m afraid I’m going
to hurt you.”
Placing my lips on his, I
say, “I need you inside me now.”
He kisses me one more time
before getting up to unbutton his jeans. “I’d like nothing more, darlin’.”
After he gets his pants
unsnapped and the zipper down, he kicks off his boots. Just as he starts to push his jeans down, the
sound of someone walking through the woods hits my ear. “Boz, brother, get your ass back to the club
house.”
Boz stops, zips his pants
back. “What the fuck?” Reaching over for his tee, he hands it to me. “Put that on, darlin’.”
“Who is that?” I ask,
covering myself up as quickly as possible.
He just shakes his head,
before walking to the edge of the clearing and shouting, “What the hell do you
need, Round?”
I hear heavy footfalls
hitting the ground, just before an older man steps into the clearing. He doesn’t even bother to look at me as he
says, “It’s your dad.”
“What the fuck did he do
now?” Boz asks, walking back to the blanket and shoving his boots back on. “You do know I’m not his keeper, right?”
The older man doesn’t answer,
just turns around and starts back to the clubhouse. Over his shoulder he says, “Hurry the fuck
up. He’s hurt bad.”
Leaving me without a word,
Boz takes off at a run. I jump up, pull
on my jeans and head after him, not even bothering with the rest of our
stuff. As soon as I step into the clubhouse,
I see Boz in my dad’s face.
When I get close enough, I
hear Boz talking in a menacing whisper.
“Who the fuck shot him?”
It’s at that moment, I see
Boz’s dad lying on the floor, his vacant eyes staring at the ceiling. His chest is covered in blood, and there is
no doubt in my mind that he has drawn his last breath. Unable to hold it back, my stomach
revolts. Leaning forward, I heave
today’s lunch onto the floor. One of the old ladies comes over and grabs my
shoulders, pulling me into her arms. She
leads me out of the room, away from the dead body.
Just as we step outside, I
hear Boz shout, “I asked you a fucking
question. Who shot my father?”
“I don’t know,” Dad says with
a shake of his head. “He’s been running
his mouth all damn night, putting his hands on the old ladies. You know this shit was bound to happen sooner
or later.”
That’s the last I hear before
I am jerked outside. Peeking at Boz just
before the door closes, I see his eyes on me.
From the look on his face, I can tell that any chance we had is gone.
Emily
Minton
USA Today Bestselling author, Emily Minton
is a Kentucky native. She is proud to call the Bluegrass State home. She claims
she bleeds blue–Wildcat Blue! She has been married to her husband, David, for
over twenty years. They share two wonderful children.
Emily loves to read and has more books on
her kindle than most people could read in a lifetime, but she intends to read
every single one. She has published nine books, but there are many more are
floating around in her head. She hopes to get them all on paper before long.
She loves sharing her dreams with her readers.
Shelley
Springfield
Although Grim Bastards is her first published novel, she has been a fan of romance reads for many, many years. Shelley loves all sorts of genres of romance but Contemporary, New Adult, and Romantic Comedy are her all-time favorites.
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