Damage Control (Dirty Money Book 2)
Wall Street meets the Sons of Anarchy in Damage Control, the smoldering, scorching next novel in the explosively sexy Dirty Money series.
The only thing more dangerous than a dark secret is a damaged heart…
Shane Brandon has been pushed to the brink, torn between his corrupt family and his explosive, all-consuming desire for Emily Stevens, who he now knows is not who, and what, she seems. Has he trusted the wrong person? Will she, not his brother Derek, be the ultimate destruction of his family Empire?
Emily tries to run from Shane, but he will stop her, confront her, force her to reveal all — one hot touch and kiss at a time, under every intimate detail of who this woman is, and what she wants, is exposed. But as he tears away the dangers of the unknowns with the woman in his bed, and in his heart, The Martina Cartel has set their sights on his company, his family, and the one piece of leverage they believe he won’t gamble with: Emily.
This one starts about 6 seconds after Hard Rules ends. This is a good thing if you have read Hard Rules, as you want to know what in the world is going on.
Now is a good time to mention, this is not a standalone. You do have the author, thanks for this, in the notes at the beginning, give a sum up of what has happened. But it is a sum up and you are in no way ready to start the ride at this one.
And, what a ride. With spoilers around every corner. I loved Emily and Shane even more in this one than I did in the first. I loved finding out more about her. And, in a way, this was Emily's book. Yes, there were still the issues with Derek and the father that were in the 1st one, but I really felt that the last book, I got to know Shane and what made him tick but in this one, I got to know Emily.
The writing, as always with Ms. Jones, was perfect. The pacing excellent and it kept the story moving at the perfect speed, with the right amounts of tension and romance. The opening "chase" if you will, the revelation of Emily, the hunt for the people involved in the reason she is keeping the secrets...all excellent and interesting.
The first few chapters are especially riveting and compelling, and I was not sure who I wanted to win...although I can't say more than this because it would be a spoiler of epic proportions and no one likes those.
I am keeping this short to avoid giving things away...but read this. You really want to...but read the first one before!
“You make me remember I need to be good
and right in my choices.”
“Do you ever question doing what is
good and right?”
“There have been times when I felt like
my hand was forced.”
“When you were a lawyer?”
“No,” I say. “I manipulated the law, as
does every attorney, but I never broke it. I’m talking about when I’m with my
“Did you go where they lead?”
“Not so far.”
“That sounds like you might.”
“I don’t want to be them.”
“You aren’t them. You don’t have to be
“I know that,” I say. “But you just
keep telling me so I don’t forget.” Her legs hit the bed frame and she grips my
I lean into a kiss and she pulls back,
her hand pressing on my chest. “Wait. Now it’s my turn to say talk to me. Are
“Death happened. The one thing I can’t
control. It’s not the night to push me to stop protecting you. Not tonight. Can
you do that?”
“Yes. We can.”
“We,” I repeat, “and that word sounds
as good on my tongue as I know you’re going to taste. I’m going to make love to
you properly. The way I plan to many times in our future.” I reach down and
untie her robe, letting it fall open; my fingers sliding underneath just far
enough to tease her nipples. They pucker beneath my touch, and her lashes
flutter, settling on her cheeks. “But when it’s over, I’m going to fuck you hard
and fast again.”
I tug gently on her nipples and she
bites her lips. “Look at me,” I order gently.
She opens her eyes, and there is desire
in their depths, but there are shadows there too,. I do not think she intends
for me to see doubt or uncertainty that wasn’t there before. That I do not like
or wish to know ever again. I want it gone. Now. Tomorrow. Forever. I reach up
and rip the silk tie from her robe, wrapping it around my hand, before I reach
up and caress the robe off her shoulder, letting it tumble to the ground.
“Give me your hands,” I order, but it’s
really a question: Does she still trust me?
She studies me for several beats, her
eyes narrowing ever so slightly, and I do not know what she sees in mine, but
she offers me her hands. I wrap the silk around her wrists then lean in close
to her, my cheek against her cheek, my body touching her nowhere else. “Now
you’re at my mercy.”
“Yes,” she agrees. “I am.”
“How do you feel about that?”
My lips curve with the answer that is
every bit the combination of sweet sexy honesty I’ve come to expect from her.
“I’m going to make you warmer.”
I go still with that question, which on
the surface is innocent, but I wonder if it truly is or if it’s about those
shadows in her eyes. “I promise,” I say. “And you know, I never—”
“Make a promise you don’t keep.”
“Exactly,” I say, and her reference to
my previous words tells me that I am not the only one on a mission of trust,
and I intend to deserve hers.
I bring my hands to just above her
shoulders, letting them lightly touch her before beginning a slow caress
downward. She makes a soft little sound that has my cock thickening and my
blood running hot, but I won’t rush this. My lips follow, tracing a line down
one of her arms, then the other. I lean and caress my lips over hers, a feather
light touch that teases me, if not her.
I take her hands in mine, pressing them
behind her head. “Hold them there, for me, so I can see all of you.
“You intend to tease me incessantly,”
she says, without so much as a hint of hesitation. “Yes. I understand.”
I wrap my arm around her waist and pull
her naked body against me, my free hand on hers above her head, our mouths a
breath apart. “I intend to lick every part of you, and then do it again, so
yes. If that’s the definition of incessant teasing, then yes. I am going to
tease you incessantly.” I close my mouth down on hers, my tongue licking into
her mouth, a deep, hungry tasting I force myself to end far too quickly. “That
was the beginning. Should I could continue?”
“Please,” I say. “I like that.”
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