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Dirty Deeds by Lorelei James
January 09, 2017
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Title: Dirty Deeds
Author: Lorelei James
Genre: Sexy Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 9, 2017
Blurb
Sometimes to play dirty, you gotta dig deep…
Landscaper Nathan LeBeau knows exactly how to use his big equipment to make the earth move. The Native American bad-boy has a reputation for getting filthy—in and out of the bedroom.
So when good-girl Tate Cross needs dirt work done, she hires the wickedly hot and surprisingly intuitive Nathan—secretly hoping she’ll get more than just her flowerbeds plowed.
Smart and sexy Tate is exactly the type of woman Nathan’s been looking for. But he wants more than another fling, so he digs in his heels to prove to Miss-I-Don’t-Need-Romance that taking things slow will lead them to something real.
But Tate isn’t interested in being romanced—even when Nathan’s sweet and charming ways are hard to resist. She’ll use every tool at her disposal to convince the former player to play with her and that getting down and dirty together is as real as it gets.
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Excerpt
“The closest I’ve ever been to nirvana was during an orgasm.”
Tate Cross rolled her eyes. Where did Val come up with this stuff?
Undaunted, her friend Val shifted her pregnant belly. She broke the chocolate bar in half, sucking at the apricot filling oozing over her finger. “But this”—a satisfied moan escaped—“is running a close second.”
“I wasn’t talking about nirvana the place; I was talking about Nirvana the band.” Tate pointed at her vintage “Heart-Shaped Box” T-shirt.
“Sorry. I never understood that whole grunge thing.”
Tate narrowed her eyes. “But if we were talking about sweaty, grungy cowboys in tight jeans, whinin’ ’bout lovin’ the wrong woman, drivin’ off in dusty pickups to the local bar for a shot of pain-easin’ whiskey, you’d pay attention.”
“Country music always gets me hot.”
“No wonder you’ve been pregnant four times.”
A sly, dreamy look drifted over Val’s face. “This one was conceived when Rich brought home that Stetson and we played—”
“Baby roulette? Apparently Richard’s six-gun was fully loaded that night.” With a grin, Tate gestured to Val’s stomach. “Seems that elusive slice of sexual heaven has a high price.”
“Being pregnant isn’t bad.” Val lovingly rubbed her hand over her swollen abdomen. “And a great sex life is not elusive.”
“Maybe not for you. You have the perfect man.” Tate tamped down on a rare surge of jealousy. She doubted Val’s perpetual rosy glow was entirely pregnancy related.
“So sue me.”
Tate cocked a brow. “Your lawyer husband laughs at your lawsuit jokes?”
“Of course.” Val tipped her glass of milk against Tate’s in a mock toast. “My fabulous sense of humor is the reason he married me.”
Tate choked back a giggle; milk nearly squirted out her nose. How mature. Here she was trying to have a sophisticated conversation about sex and not act like the goggle-eyed ingénue Val remembered her to be.
Val smiled. “I’ll admit our compatibility inside the bedroom played a key role. Love at first sight. It can happen.”
“Not to me.” Tate snatched the candy from Val’s plate. Swapping sexual quips was one thing, forking over the last piece of chocolate fell into an entirely different realm. Mmm. She savored the sinful flavor; it was indeed close to orgasmic. Not that she had anything to judge it by lately.
“This is the first lunch we’ve had without my kiddos since you’ve come back to South Dakota and we’re discussing my sex life? I should be spellbound by your wild sexual adventures in Mile High Stadium. Or cavorting naked on the beach in Cozumel.”
“Get real.” Tate snorted. “There’s nothing to discuss.”
A cascade of auburn ringlets brushed Val’s heart-shaped face when she shook her head. “Then I’m sorry for you.”
“Me too.” Tate traced the ruffled edge of the crocheted place mat. “I have no life at all, besides getting this house ready to sell. I haven’t done the deed for…” Mentally, she counted back and shuddered. “At my sexual peak. What a joke. I’m supposed to be worried about my partner pleasing me instead of whether I’ve got enough AA batteries.”
Silence. Tate slid Val a sideways glance. Talk about bold statements.
Without missing a beat, Val said, “No judgment, but I couldn’t live without that intimacy. Connecting with Rich on an elemental level whenever, wherever we want.” A satisfied sigh gusted forth. “Except now we’re forced to be discreet.”
Didn’t Val’s beach-ball condition belie that statement? Tactfully, Tate didn’t point it out. “I’m the epitome of discreet.”
“You and Chris Taylor weren’t very discreet, if I recall.”
“That’s the only time,” Tate grumbled. “No one believed ‘Miss Goody-Two-Shoes’ boinked the school bad boy that night at the lake anyway.”
“How did you pull it off?” Val mused. “I mean, didn’t you find it awkward to roll a cold, wet Speedo over a stiffy?”
“Hah! Didn’t it just figure my first experience with a penis outside Playgirl magazine and his dick was more like a clammy, fat worm than the ‘throbbing rod of manhood’ I’d expected.”
She drifted back to the summer of her senior year she’d spent with Aunt Beatrice. It’d been easy convincing studly Chris to change her virginal status. But the quick tryst on his Harley hadn’t included passion, and Chris had been clueless on demonstrating carnal secrets. That flagging sense of disappointment still dogged her. Would she ever discover the powerful sexual connection her friends raved about? When?
“Forget Chris and his unimpressive rod. Although it makes sense why he’s fat, bald and married to his motorcycle shop.” Val paused and offered, “I could set you up with someone, if you’re interested.”
“Who?” Tate snapped back to attention. “Is he nice?”
“Of course he’s nice.” Val sniffed.
“Then nothing doing.”
“What?”
“Nothing doing. I’m done with nice. This little chat has reinforced my decision. The next affair I start will be purely that. An affair. No strings, no promises. Just sex. Lots of hot sex.”
Val daintily wiped off her milk mustache before expelling an unladylike burp. “Excuse me. Run that by me one more time?”
“You heard me. Sex. I want sex. The steamier, the nastier, the better.
Tate Cross rolled her eyes. Where did Val come up with this stuff?
Undaunted, her friend Val shifted her pregnant belly. She broke the chocolate bar in half, sucking at the apricot filling oozing over her finger. “But this”—a satisfied moan escaped—“is running a close second.”
“I wasn’t talking about nirvana the place; I was talking about Nirvana the band.” Tate pointed at her vintage “Heart-Shaped Box” T-shirt.
“Sorry. I never understood that whole grunge thing.”
Tate narrowed her eyes. “But if we were talking about sweaty, grungy cowboys in tight jeans, whinin’ ’bout lovin’ the wrong woman, drivin’ off in dusty pickups to the local bar for a shot of pain-easin’ whiskey, you’d pay attention.”
“Country music always gets me hot.”
“No wonder you’ve been pregnant four times.”
A sly, dreamy look drifted over Val’s face. “This one was conceived when Rich brought home that Stetson and we played—”
“Baby roulette? Apparently Richard’s six-gun was fully loaded that night.” With a grin, Tate gestured to Val’s stomach. “Seems that elusive slice of sexual heaven has a high price.”
“Being pregnant isn’t bad.” Val lovingly rubbed her hand over her swollen abdomen. “And a great sex life is not elusive.”
“Maybe not for you. You have the perfect man.” Tate tamped down on a rare surge of jealousy. She doubted Val’s perpetual rosy glow was entirely pregnancy related.
“So sue me.”
Tate cocked a brow. “Your lawyer husband laughs at your lawsuit jokes?”
“Of course.” Val tipped her glass of milk against Tate’s in a mock toast. “My fabulous sense of humor is the reason he married me.”
Tate choked back a giggle; milk nearly squirted out her nose. How mature. Here she was trying to have a sophisticated conversation about sex and not act like the goggle-eyed ingénue Val remembered her to be.
Val smiled. “I’ll admit our compatibility inside the bedroom played a key role. Love at first sight. It can happen.”
“Not to me.” Tate snatched the candy from Val’s plate. Swapping sexual quips was one thing, forking over the last piece of chocolate fell into an entirely different realm. Mmm. She savored the sinful flavor; it was indeed close to orgasmic. Not that she had anything to judge it by lately.
“This is the first lunch we’ve had without my kiddos since you’ve come back to South Dakota and we’re discussing my sex life? I should be spellbound by your wild sexual adventures in Mile High Stadium. Or cavorting naked on the beach in Cozumel.”
“Get real.” Tate snorted. “There’s nothing to discuss.”
A cascade of auburn ringlets brushed Val’s heart-shaped face when she shook her head. “Then I’m sorry for you.”
“Me too.” Tate traced the ruffled edge of the crocheted place mat. “I have no life at all, besides getting this house ready to sell. I haven’t done the deed for…” Mentally, she counted back and shuddered. “At my sexual peak. What a joke. I’m supposed to be worried about my partner pleasing me instead of whether I’ve got enough AA batteries.”
Silence. Tate slid Val a sideways glance. Talk about bold statements.
Without missing a beat, Val said, “No judgment, but I couldn’t live without that intimacy. Connecting with Rich on an elemental level whenever, wherever we want.” A satisfied sigh gusted forth. “Except now we’re forced to be discreet.”
Didn’t Val’s beach-ball condition belie that statement? Tactfully, Tate didn’t point it out. “I’m the epitome of discreet.”
“You and Chris Taylor weren’t very discreet, if I recall.”
“That’s the only time,” Tate grumbled. “No one believed ‘Miss Goody-Two-Shoes’ boinked the school bad boy that night at the lake anyway.”
“How did you pull it off?” Val mused. “I mean, didn’t you find it awkward to roll a cold, wet Speedo over a stiffy?”
“Hah! Didn’t it just figure my first experience with a penis outside Playgirl magazine and his dick was more like a clammy, fat worm than the ‘throbbing rod of manhood’ I’d expected.”
She drifted back to the summer of her senior year she’d spent with Aunt Beatrice. It’d been easy convincing studly Chris to change her virginal status. But the quick tryst on his Harley hadn’t included passion, and Chris had been clueless on demonstrating carnal secrets. That flagging sense of disappointment still dogged her. Would she ever discover the powerful sexual connection her friends raved about? When?
“Forget Chris and his unimpressive rod. Although it makes sense why he’s fat, bald and married to his motorcycle shop.” Val paused and offered, “I could set you up with someone, if you’re interested.”
“Who?” Tate snapped back to attention. “Is he nice?”
“Of course he’s nice.” Val sniffed.
“Then nothing doing.”
“What?”
“Nothing doing. I’m done with nice. This little chat has reinforced my decision. The next affair I start will be purely that. An affair. No strings, no promises. Just sex. Lots of hot sex.”
Val daintily wiped off her milk mustache before expelling an unladylike burp. “Excuse me. Run that by me one more time?”
“You heard me. Sex. I want sex. The steamier, the nastier, the better.
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Oh my dear! Have I read Lorelei James in the past? I'm still trying to figure that one out while I'm catching my breath. Dirty Deeds was hot. Sexy. And everything you'd hope for in a good girl/bad boy story. I was instantly captivated and wanted more every time I'd open the book to keep going. Nathan is the type of man that every woman could hope to meet at least once in their lives (even as a book boyfriend) and Tate, the strong willed woman, even if innocent in so many ways, we wished we could have traded place with for as long as Lorelei James kept us hooked.
This couple was intense and for me, accompanied with Lorelei James' capacity to spin a great story, it was perfect. They knew what they wanted and needed without all the 'fluff and drama' that I've come to get used to lately. I wanted more from this author - and by that, I mean that I wanted to keep reading more from her, and I can't wait to dive into more in the very near future.
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My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Title: Dirty Deeds
Author: Lorelei James
Oh my dear! Have I read Lorelei James in the past? I'm still trying to figure that one out while I'm catching my breath. Dirty Deeds was hot. Sexy. And everything you'd hope for in a good girl/bad boy story. I was instantly captivated and wanted more every time I'd open the book to keep going. Nathan is the type of man that every woman could hope to meet at least once in their lives (even as a book boyfriend) and Tate, the strong willed woman, even if innocent in so many ways, we wished we could have traded place with for as long as Lorelei James kept us hooked.
This couple was intense and for me, accompanied with Lorelei James' capacity to spin a great story, it was perfect. They knew what they wanted and needed without all the 'fluff and drama' that I've come to get used to lately. I wanted more from this author - and by that, I mean that I wanted to keep reading more from her, and I can't wait to dive into more in the very near future.
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