Book Spotlight: Dirtiest Little Secret by Skye Jordan
(Quick and Dirty #1)
by Skye Jordan
Date Released: September 15, 2017
About Dirtiest Little Secret
She is his fantasy…
Ava Jennings has spent her life dedicated to her family’s steel business. So when she catches her fiancé engaging in extracurricular activities under his desk with a coworker, Ava fires him on the spot. With her self-esteem at an all-time low, Ava throws caution to the wind and heads to a well-known, wild biker bar. She’s determined to prove she’s capable of the spontaneous, wicked-hot sex her fiancé was searching for outside their relationship. And she finds all that and more in a rugged, edgy motorcycle mechanic, the one man in the bar who eclipses all the others.
He’s her dirtiest little secret…
Isaac Banks doesn’t talk to members of the Steel Warriors motorcycle club about his painful past. All they know is he’s the best bike mechanic in the state, which is exactly how he likes it. Ava doesn’t recognize him as the awkward kid who used to spend Sunday nights at her dinner table with their families, but she’s sure interested in the man she thinks he is now. She’s from the world he left behind, and he knows he should walk away—but it’s impossible to say no to the woman who starred in all his adolescent fantasies. All he wants is one night to get her out of his system. Because there was no way she could live up to his dreams.
But he’s wrong. One night will never be enough.
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An Excerpt from Dirtiest Little Secret
Isaac reached for his phone, lifted it toward the ceiling, and took a picture.
“Hey,” Ava said, dragging at the sheet to cover herself. “Did you just snap my bare ass?”
“You wanted to know how.” He turned the screen toward her. “This is how.”
Ava glanced at the photo with dread. But the image that met her eyes wasn’t what she’d expected to see at all. She grabbed the phone from him to get a better look. Her pale skin was offset by rumpled white sheets, her blonde hair tousled free of her braid and as rumpled as the bedsheets. Cheeks pink, eyes bright, her whole face smiling.
“What?” he asked.
“I feel like I’m looking at someone else. I’ve never…seen myself like this.”
She’d been in plenty of photo shoots—professional journals, newspapers, headshots, promotional campaigns, even People magazine once as a top female executive in a man’s industry. But not even professional photographers and Photoshop gurus had ever made her look like Isaac’s snapshot…so alive, so joyful, so utterly comfortable in her own skin.
“We don’t always see ourselves the way others do.” Isaac pointed at the phone. “That’s how I see you. Sexy. Fun. Full of life.”
She took his phone and her gaze drifted to the tiny row of thumbnail photos below the image, one with the coloring similar to the one he’d just taken. “What’s this?”
He lunged for the phone, but she rolled away, laughing as she stretched her arm so he couldn’t steal it.
“I think someone was being a naughty boy while I was asleep.”
“Ava…” His hand closed on her forearm and pulled. “I need to delete those.”
She shook off his hand and touched the screen, enlarging the thumbnail. She’d expected to see more erotic photos of her body, but saw something entirely different—an image of herself sleeping.
He’d taken several shots of her from the shoulders up, her face turned on the pillow, her hair a tangled halo of wheat. The cheek toward the camera was pink, her lashes long, her lips swollen from his mouth and parted in sleep.
Isaac exhaled and dropped his head to the pillow beside her with a groan. “You weren’t supposed to see that.”
The photo touched her. It touched her in ways she couldn’t describe. She glanced over her shoulder and found his eyes closed. His body was heavy at her back, his erection tucked against her ass. “Isaac?”
“I know, I know,” he answered with dread in his voice. “Probably seems creepy. I’m sorry. I’ll erase them.” His dark lashes fluttered open. He sighed, propped himself up on one elbow. “Look, I know you’re only here for fun. I know you’re not staying. I just wanted a memory.”
About Skye Jordan
Skye Jordan’s New York Times bestselling novels are all about enjoying that little wild streak we all have, but probably don’t let out often enough. About those fantasies we usually don’t get the opportunity to indulge. About stretching limits, checking out the dark side, playing naughty and maybe even acting a little wicked. They’re about escape and fun and pleasure and romance. And, yes, even love, because Skye is ultimately a romantic at heart and a happily ever after kinda gal. She also writes romantic suspense as Joan Swan, weaving fast paced novels of passion, danger and suspense.
Skye is a California native recently transplanted to the East Coast and living in Alexandria, Virginia, just outside Washington DC with her husband of 25 years. She has two grown daughters in college in Colorado and Oregon. In her free time she loves rowing on the Potomac. She's always learning, attending courses and seminars in art and history and cooking.
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