Title: Dirty Bastard
Series: Grim Bastards MC
Author: Emily Minton & Shelley Springfield
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: April 25, 2016
Cover Artist: Cover Me Darling http://covermedarling.com/
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Blurb:
She's a biker chick with an edge.
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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Excerpt:
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?”
“Yeah,” I mumble, fear creeping into my voice.
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.
Coming Soon In The Series:
Title: Filthy Bastard
Series: Grim Bastards MC
Release Date: June 10th, 2016
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/29860082filthybastard
Blurb:
She's a poor little rich girl.
With a vindictive mother and an obsessed brotherinlaw, all Adyson Sloan wants is a little
freedom—for her and her sister. She dreams of having a little room to breathe and making her
own choices. But when she's kidnapped by the Grim Bastards MC, freedom comes at a much
higher price. Terrified, but determined to get back to her sister, Addy’s plans are ruined when
she falls for a bastard with a chip on his shoulder.
He's a bastard without a heart.
Sergeant at Arms Brew Decker plays by his own rules. To him, nothing is sacred but the
brotherhood. He lives and dies by the club and would do anything for them—even kidnap an
innocent woman. After all, she's merely a pawn in the bigger game. But everything changes
when he meets Addy. Suddenly, he'd do anything for his captive.
Can love between a rich girl and a bastard survive without someone losing it all?
Meet the Authors:
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.
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Shelley Springfield
Shelley was born and raised in Kentucky and doesn't see herself leaving the bluegrass
state anytime soon. Shelley and her husband have been together for sixteen years, and
they share three beautiful daughters and one handsome son.
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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