When He's Dirty - Review
Release Date: October 27, 2020
Amount of sex – 3 / 5
How explicit are the sex scenes – 3 / 5
Story – 4.5 / 5
Overall: – 4.5 / 5
Oh, how I love the men of Walker Security! I always get so excited when a new series comes out, and When He’s Dirty is the first in Adrian’s trilogy. Even though it’s part of the Walker Security world, you do not need to read the other series in order to understand this one. Although, I have a feeling you’ll fall in love with all of the guys like I did!
When He’s Dirty tells the story of Adrian Mack, who is a former FBI agent. Adrian went undercover for six years in the Texas Kings MC, and he was tasked with taking down the corrupt leader, Nick Waters. Adrian is currently working at Walker Security, and he’s trying to keep off the radar. But after two years, Nick’s trial is finally near, and they need Adrian to testify.
Priscilla Miller is the assistant district attorney who’s trying to convict Nick Waters. However, many of the witnesses are suddenly dying. So, the district attorney’s office hires Walker security to keep her safe as they get closer to the trial. Priscilla and Adrian’s chemistry was smoking hot from the very beginning. However, he’s nervous that she won’t accept him after discovering everything he had to do while undercover.
Since this is the first book in the trilogy, be prepared for a cliffhanger, and it’s a doozy!
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I exit the bathroom and halt to find him standing in the doorway, his hands on either side of the doorframe. “What are you doing?
“This,” he says, and suddenly, his hands are on my waist, and he’s walked me back into the bathroom.
Before I know what’s happening, he’s kicked the door shut, and his fingers are diving into my hair. “Kissing you, because I can’t fucking help myself. And because you might not ever let me do it again. That is unless you object?”
That’s the part that really gets me. The “unless I object,” the way he manages to be all alpha and demanding and still ask. Well, and the part where he can’t fucking help himself.
I press to my toes and the minute my mouth meets his, his crashes over mine, his tongue doing a wicked lick that I feel in every part of me. And I don’t know what I taste like to him, but he is temptation with a hint of tequila, demand, and desire. His hands slide up my back, fingers splayed between my shoulder blades, his hard body pressed to mine, seducing me in every possible way.
I moan with the feel of him and his lips part from mine, lingering there a moment before he says, “Obviously, someone needs to protect you from me,” he says. “Like me.” And then to my shock, he releases me and leaves. The bathroom door is open and closed before I know what’s happened. And once again, I have no idea if or when I will ever see him again.
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