Okay, let me warn you right off the bat that BAD DEEDS has
one of the worst cliffhangers I have ever encountered. The
others of the Dirty
Money series hung you out also but this one leaves you
with your mouth hanging open in disbelief as you search for
more pages, sure that is not the end. Author Lisa Renee
Jones certainly knows how to keep her fans wanting more.
If you haven't read any of this series I recommend reading
them in order, so there is no confusion on who the good guys
are. Right, good luck with that one, as the people you
expect to be good might not be completely good, and others
you are sure are all bad, well guess again. I have to say
this series, as do many of Ms. Jones' stories, keeps you on
the edge of your seat with worry and anticipation then relief.
A short synopsis is that the head of Brandon Enterprises has
cancer and his son Shane returns to the fold from an
outstanding career to clean up and save the family business
that his brother, and his father to some degree, has put in
danger from a drug cartel. This is the last thing he ever
planned to do but quickly finds himself immersed in the
bickering and fighting that he had left behind. Also, the
last thing he expects in his future is someone like Emily
Stevens. But she is there and he plans to keep her by his
side as she has brought love back into his world. But with
so much danger and intrigue can he clean up the mess and
keep all he cares about safe?
In BAD DEEDS there is a lot of mending fences with family
members reuniting to fight the cartel that is threatening
their business. Shane and Emily continue their growth as a
couple and I love watching them become just what the other
needs most. They have a steamy, and on occasion embarrassing
for Emily, affair going that neither is trying very hard to
hide. Secrets from everywhere come out in this book and some
seem to draw the players closer. The Brandon family is such
a mixture of good, bad, ugly and stupid ... the type of
people that can be found in any family tree. The whole
series thus far has been a nail-biter, with so much scheming
going on and so many different personalities to deal with. I
don't normally like cliffhangers and have been known to
never buy from an author who uses them, but the Dirty
Money series has been worth every moment of anticipation
and then some.
Wall Street meets the Sons of Anarchy in Bad
Deeds, the smoldering, scorching next novel in
the explosively sexy Dirty Money series from
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
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
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
him, his battle between right and wrong, light and dark,
in the heat of the night, it is Emily he turns to for
escape. Driving her to new limits, pushing her to accept
part of him that even he cannot.
In every one of Shane's seductive demands, Emily can
and feel, his torment, his struggle to save his family
not lose himself. But he is losing himself, and that is a
problem just as dangerous as her secret, that still lurk
the shadows, a threat to the Brandon Family waiting to
erupt. No matter where she and Shane have traveled, or
travel in the future, she can't just sit back and watch
become everything he hates, everything he never wanted to
become, everything she tried to save him from when she
to run. It could be their undoing, the end. His
This is war, blood will spill, and someone in the
heart of the Brandon family will not survive....
“What is in your head right now?”
His eyes heat, darken. “You. Always.” He inches back and
looks at me. “You’re mine. Mine to protect.” His voice is
low, fierce, and he grips my panties and yanks them away.
“Mine to f**k.”
I gasp and grab his shoulders. “Shane.”
His answer is to wrap his arm around my waist, pull me
close, his cheek against mine, his fingers pressing into
the V of my body. “Wet, just the way I like you,” he
says, pressing two fingers inside me. “Wet for me. And
too f**king perfect for my sanity sometimes.”
“That doesn’t sound like a compliment,” I pant out,
grabbing the lapel to his suit as a sweet ache begins to
build in my sex as his thumb strokes my clit.
“And no one else,” he murmurs, nipping my earlobe, “will
ever touch you like this.” His fingers caress deeper
inside me. “No one,” he adds, “will ever make you say
their name like I want you to say mine right now. Say
“Shane,” I whisper, and not because he wants me to, but
rather because it’s there on my lips, the way I wish his
tongue was on my lips now. “Shane, I—”
Seeming to know what I need, he cups my head and kisses
me, long, slow, sensual strokes of his tongue that
somehow make every touch of his fingers more intense.
“Come for me,” he murmurs, and this time when he kisses
me, I start climbing that wall to release, and I’m there
at the top in an instant. I stiffen while his fingers and
tongue tease, please, and then I jerk, I’m over it,
tumbling in an instant into shudders and shakes. Shane’s
lips lift from mine as he breathes with me. His fingers
slow as he eases me through the waves until I collapse
against his chest.
He tangles his fingers in my hair and drags my mouth back
to his. “And no one but me will ever make you come like
that again,” he declares, the waves of his emotions
beating down any embarrassment I might feel over having
had an orgasm on his father’s desk.
“No one has ever made me feel what you make me feel,