Wall Street meets the Sons of Anarchy in the smoldering, scorching first novel in the explosively sexy new Dirty Money series from New York Times bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones.
How bad do you want it?
The only man within the Brandon empire with a moral compass, Shane Brandon is ready to take his family's business dealings legitimate. His reckless and ruthless brother, Derek wants to keep Brandon Enterprises cemented in lies, deceit, and corruption. But the harder Shane fights to pull the company back into the light, the darker he has to become. Then he meets Emily Stevens, a woman who not only stirs a voracious sexual need in him, but becomes the only thing anchoring him between good and evil.
Emily is consumed by Shane, pushed sexually in ways she never dreamed of, falling deeper into the all-encompassing passion that is this man. She trusts him. He trusts her, but therein lies the danger. Emily has a secret, the very thing that brought her to him in the first place, and that secret that could that destroy them both.
We just lay there, in darkness, together and therefore we are not alone.
Hard rules is a plot filled with mystery and manipulative characters.
ABOUT THE PLOT
Shane Brandon is a lawyer who now works for his fathers company The Brandon empire. With a dying father and Shane's brother wanting the reins, it seems everyone is the enemy and no one is to be trusted not even his own mother. This is one family that plays dangerous and manipulative games.
Emily is on the look out for a job having applied for a few jobs, starting anew in a new city, there's more to that which isn't revealed and she first meets Shane in a coffee shop and from the moment she meets to ending up in his bed she didn’t know she would end up being his father's secretary when one of her job applications is successful. The one night stand that wasn't to be.
Emily ends up a pawn is this family's ruthless games and someone Shane falls for.
Shane genuinely begins to care for Emily and doesn't want her caught in the crossfire and wants her away from any destruction pending to the family games with links to Cartel and drugs that Shane is trying to get to the truth about with his brothers dealings but Emily is determined to stay.
I still don't know who Emily is but know she too has her secrets.
I didn’t understand the beginning of this book with a character called Teresa? that completely threw me with that scene, maybe Emily is Teresa, honestly I haven't a clue I'm completely frustrated with this book.
I kept waiting for something to happen in the plot, some excitement, anything to keep me turning the pages other than the thoughts of maybe something will happen soon but it didn’t come.
Two brothers in a battle for the company, with Shane keeping a close eye on his brother and trying to dig up the dirt. I got bored, I'm sure in the second book more will come to light but this book didn't entice me into reading it apart from wanting to know more about secretive Emily.
Told in dual pov, more mystery and suspense than romance, ends on a cliffhanger that will either have you wanting book 2 or it won't.
Arc received from netgalley for review purposes
BOOK TWO DAMAGE CONTROL
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.
Damage Control continues from exactly where Hard Rules Finished with Emily being confronted about who she really is.
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Shane and Emily become more united once she reveals her real identity to Shane and her reasons for changing it, Shane falls even more in love with Emily and is determined to protect her and also try and resolve the mess his brother Derek has got the company in with his dealings with the cartel and the pharmaceutical company.
There's suspense and twists and turns in this slow unwinding plot. I finally go to see who the real Emily was, more was revealed about Derek and his dangerous position he has put himself in and his brother, I found the plot more intriguing than the first book it held my interest more and Shane and Emily's intimate moments sizzling hot.
Family drama, secrets,lies,trust, hate and sex its all going on in this seductive series, it's like an episode of Dallas :-)
Ready to move onto book three and see what happens next.
Told in dual pov's with cliffhanger not a dramatic cliffhanger but ends all the same.
Arc received for review purposes via netgalley
Catch up on the series
The first meeting.... Shane and Emily
Exiting into the grey marbled corridor, I walk toward the huge oval foyer of the building and to the right, where a coffee shop is nestled between a restaurant and a postal facility, both of whom rent from Brandon Enterprises. I head to the register, nearly at the counter when Karen, the owner of the coffee shop, a robust forty-something woman with red hair and a big attitude, appears behind the counter, leaving me no escape from her habitual chitchat.
“Well, well, well,” she says, leaning on the counter. “Now I know what I’m missing on the morning shift and I do declare that seeing Shane Brandon himself, instead of his secretary, is a better “wake-me-up” than any java shot I sell. But then, you Brandon boys came by those looks honestly. That father of yours is a looker.”
And therein lies the reason she irritates the sh*t out of my mother and I happily treat Jessica to afternoon coffee to have her bring me mine. Karen’s not only a chatterbox flirt, she has it bad for my father.
“All right now,” Karen says, grabbing a cup and pen, and preparing to write. “Large latte with a triple shot?”
“Just what the doctor ordered,” I confirm, though I have a feeling once Seth arrives I’ll be wishing for a bottle of whiskey.
“Will do, honey,” she says, giving me a wink before moving toward the espresso machine. “I’ll add it to your tab.”
I retreat to the end of the counter where the orders are delivered, resting my elbow on the ledge, retreating into my mind and chasing problems made worse by the division between Derek and I. He’s thirty-seven, five years my senior, and the rightful successor to our father. I’d happily stepped aside and started my own life, but damn it to hell, I know things now and I can’t walk away.
My order appears and I straighten, intending to claim my coffee and find a seat, when a pretty twenty-something brunette races forward in a puff of sweet, floral scented perfume, and grabs it.
“Miss,” I begin, “that’s-”
She takes a sip and grimaces. “What is this?” She turns to the counter. “Excuse me,” she calls out. “My drink is wrong.”
“Because it’s not your drink,” Karen reprimands her, setting a new cup on the counter. “This is your drink.” She reaches for my cup and turns it around, pointing to the name scribbled on the side. “This one’s for Shane.” She glances at me. “I’ll be right back to fix this. I have another customer.”
I wave my acknowledgement and she hurries away, while my floral scented coffee thief faces me, her porcelain cheeks flushed, her full, really damn distracting mouth, painted pink. “I’m so sorry,” she offers quickly. “I thought I was the only one without my coffee and I was in a hurry.” She starts to hand me my coffee and then quickly sets it on the counter. “You can’t have that. I drank out of it.”
“I saw that,” I say, picking it up. “You grimaced with disgust after trying it.”
Her eyes, a pale blue that matches the short-sleeved silk blouse, go wide. “Oh. I mean no. Or I did, but not because it’s a bad cup of coffee. It’s just very strong.”
“It’s a triple shot latte.”
“A triple,” she says, looking quite serious. “Did you know that in some third world countries they bottle that stuff and sell it as a way to grow hair on your chest.” She lowers her voice and whispers, “That’s not a good look for me.”
“Fortunately,” I say in the midst of a chuckle I would have claimed wasn’t possible five minutes ago, “I don’t share that dilemma.” I lift my cup and add, “Cheers,” before taking a drink, the heavy, rich flavor sliding over my tongue.
She pales, looking exceedingly uncomfortable, before repeating, “I drank from that cup.”
“I know,” I say, offering it back to her. “Try another drink.”
She takes the cup and sets it on the counter. “I can’t drink that. And you can’t either.” She points to the hole on top, now smudged pink. “My lipstick is all over it and I really hate to tell you this but it’s all over you too and…” She laughs, a soft, sexy sound, her hands settling on her slender, but curvy hips, accented by a fitted black skirt. “Sorry. I don’t mean to laugh, but it’s not a good shade for you.”
I laugh now too, officially and impossibly charmed by this woman in spite of being in the middle of what feels like World War III. “Seems you know how to make a lasting impression.”
“Thankfully it’s not lasting,” she says. “It’ll wipe right off. And thank you for being such a good sport. I really am sorry again for all of this.”
“Apologize by getting it off me.”
Confusion puckers her brow. “What?”
“You put it on me.” I grab a napkin from the counter and offer it to her. “You get it off.”
“I put it on the cup,” she says, clearly recovering her quick wit. “You put it on you.”
“I assure you, that had I put it on me, we both would have enjoyed it much more than we are now.” I glance at the napkin. “Are you going to help me?”
Her cheeks flush and she hugs herself, her sudden shyness an intriguing contrast to her confident banter. “I’ll let you know if you don’t get it all.”
My apparently lipstick-stained lips curve at her quick wit but I take the napkin and wipe my mouth, arching a questioning brow when I’m done. She points to the corner of my mouth. “A little more on the left.”
I hand her the napkin. “You do it.”
She inhales, as if for courage, but takes it. “Fine,” she says, stepping closer, that wicked sweet scent of hers teasing my nostrils. Wasting no time, she reaches for my mouth, her body swaying in my direction while my hand itches to settle at her waist. I want this woman and I’m not letting her get away.
“There,” she says, her arm lowering, and not about to let her escape, I capture her hand, holding it and the napkin between us.
Those gorgeous pale blue eyes of hers dart to mine, wide with surprise, the connection sparking an unmistakable charge between us, which I feel with an unexpected, but not unwelcome, jolt. “Thank you,” I say, softening the hard demand in my tone that long ago became natural.
“I owed you,” she says, her voice steady, but there’s a hint of panic in her eyes that isn’t what I expect from this clearly confident, smart woman.
“What’s your name?” I ask.
“Emily,” she replies, sounding just a hint breathless. I decide right then that I like her breathless but I’d like her a whole lot more if she were naked and breathless. “And you’re Shane.”
“That’s right,” I say, already thinking of all the ways I could make her say my name again. “I’ve never seen you here before.”
“I’ve never been here before,” she counters and I have this sense that we are sparring, when we’re not. Or are we?
My cellphone rings and I silently curse the timing, some sixth sense telling me that the minute I let go of this woman, she’s gone, but I also have to think about whatever explosion Seth is trying to contain. “Don’t move,” I order, before releasing her to dig my phone from my pocket. I glance down at the caller ID to find my mother’s number, and just that fast, Emily darts around me.
I curse and turn, fully intending to pursue her, only to have Seth step in front of me. Considering the man equals my six feet two inches, and is broader than I am wide, he stops me in my tracks. I grimace and he arches a blond brow that matches the thick waves of hair on his head. “Looking for me?”
“You’ll do,” I say, reaching for my coffee and bypassing it to pick up Emily’s instead, or rather holding it captive for the return I doubt she’ll make.
Wall Street meets the Sons of Anarchy in Bad Deeds, the smoldering, scorching next novel in the explosively sexy Dirty Money series from New York Times bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones.
Would you bleed for the one you love?
To save his family empire from the grip of the drug cartel, Shane is pushed to the edge of darkness, forced to make choices he might never make. His father is dying. His brother is desperate to rule the empire and this means war and all gloves are off. His brother only thought he knew what dirty meant. Shane is about to give it new meaning. There is another war brewing though, and that one, is inside him, his battle between right and wrong, light and dark, and in the heat of the night, it is Emily he turns to for escape. Driving her to new limits, pushing her to accept a part of him that even he cannot.
In every one of Shane's seductive demands, Emily can taste and feel, his torment, his struggle to save his family and not lose himself. But he is losing himself, and that is a problem just as dangerous as her secret, that still lurk in the shadows, a threat to the Brandon Family waiting to erupt. No matter where she and Shane have traveled, or will travel in the future, she can't just sit back and watch him become everything he hates, everything he never wanted to become, everything she tried to save him from when she tried to run. It could be their undoing, the end. His end.
This is war, blood will spill, and someone in the heart of the Brandon family will not survive...
I really thought this was a trilogy and the next book was going to be about Shane's brother Derek,
I was so wrong.
Brandon is still trying to get the Brandon empire out of Bed with the Cartel and get rid of the Pharmaceutical company his brother Derek has got them into a mess with, Shane is planning, Emily is still Emily and helping in her own way and Derek begins to mellow.
More secrets are reveals, their's more suspense and definitely more hotness.
A slow burn read, I wouldn't say slow burn romance it's definitely sizzling in that department. More of the same really from the last book and the same as the last book bit by bit new questions are answered and new secrets are revealed. You also get a glimpse of Derek's relationship with the Cartel boss's sister.
Told in dual pov's, Derek even has his own pov so you get to know him a little better, what it doesn't have is the awaited HEA.
A suspenseful sizzling hot read.
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