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  “It hooked me from the very first chapter … a charming, entertaining, sexy and fun read. I’m definitely on board for the next book.” — A Dear Author Recommended Read

  “Diamond (DEEP) crafts a spicy, sassy, sexy romance with likable characters who share intense chemistry, and populates it with a memorable, entertaining supporting cast.” — Publishers Weekly

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  “A fun sexy whirlwind of a rocker romance book…” “… love, lust and passion has never burned so hot.” — Read Between The Lines

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  “… red hot chemistry … his love for her jumps off the page.” “Jaine Diamond is now on my must-read list.” — Badass Bloggettes

  “… deliciously angsty…” “Maggie and Zane have delicious push-pull … I want more Zaggie and I want them now!” — Smexy Books

  “Sweet and sinful, like erotic icing on a cake … Jaine Diamond’s ability to convey the inner thoughts of a man on a mission is a true gift.” — AddictedToHotLove, Amazon review

  “I have never wanted to be a book character so badly.” — Jenna, Amazon review

  “… beautifully written with characters that prove love isn’t always as straightforward as it seems.” — Tay5, Amazon review

  “This series is so good. … Fantastic. Sexy. Angsty. Dramatic. Hilarious. Sexy. Loving. Loyal. Sexy.” — Backstage Books

  “The banter between Zane and Maggs have propelled them to my Top Couples List. Ms Diamond I do hope you write really fast.” — Kathy, Goodreads review

  “She writes with such passion for her characters.” “Her knowledge on the industry and the ability to bring life to the band is incredible.” “Be prepared for a bad boy who will turn your life inside out!” — iScream Books

  “… a first rate rock romance that gives you everything you would want; super-hot rocker who does not do girlfriends, a ‘normal’ girl with a chance of a lifetime, a connection between these two that everyone around them sees, and sexual chemistry that is off the charts. …this one hit for me and I am an avid rock romance fan.” — The Book Enthusiast

  “If rockstar romances are your thing then you’ll definitely need to add this series to your TBR pile!” — Wicked Reads

  “… full of passion, hate, love, angst, and everything in between … explosive, sinfully hot, and emotional.” — Two Book Pushers

  “If you love hot, sexy alphas with a protective streak and a strong independent woman who gives as good as she gets then this is the book for you.” — K Callicott, Amazon review

  “… great characters, a great story line and it's HOT HOT HOT. Diamond is a great writer, and her books are always a trusty one click for me.” — Keri, Amazon review

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  “… sucks you right in and doesn’t loosen its grip until you read the last word.” “Down and Dirty and fantastic!!” — Bookgasms

  Dirty Like Zane

  A Dirty Rockstar Romance (Dirty #6)

  Jaine Diamond

  Contents

  Get Dirty… Free!

  Author’s Note

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Epilogue

  Books by Jaine Diamond

  Enjoy This Book?

  Playlist

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Get Dirty… Free!

  Dirty… Sexy… Crazy!

  (It wouldn’t be Zane’s story without a little crazy in it!)

  If you haven’t already read about Zane and Maggie’s white-hot night in Vegas, you NEED to do that before reading this book! :)

  Get your FREE copy of Dirty Like Us (Dirty #0.5)

  Copyright © 2018 Jaine Diamond

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, uploaded or distributed in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotation embodied in reviews.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

  The publisher and author acknowledges the trademark status and trademark ownership of all trademarks, service marks, and word marks mentioned in this book.

  Published By DreamWarp Books

  First edition: December 2018

  Published in print and electronic formats.

  ISBN: 978-1-989273-01-2

  ASIN: B07HDGHLBM

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  Cover design: DreamWarp Books

  Jaine Diamond Online

  www.jainediamond.com

  For Marjorie

  Author’s Note

  This book, Dirty Like Zane (Dirty #6), is the sixth full-length novel and the eighth book overall in the Dirty series—a rockstar romance series about the members of the rock band Dirty, and the women and men who love them.

  This is also the final book in the Dirty series… but never to worry. There will be many more books to come from my dirty mind… (the next series will be a spin-off series that takes place in the Dirty universe!).

  Each novel in the Dirty series has focused on the love story of a different couple (or in one case, threesome) in the larger world of the series. I consider the books in the series interconnected standalones, meaning you could pick and choose which ones you read, in any order, but you will definitely get the most out of the series, the individual books and the relationships within if you read the books consecutively.

  Please be aware that if you are picking up this book and you haven’t yet read all the other Dirty books, you will be missing out on some important details. At very minimum, I highly, highly recommend that you read the other TWO books featuring Zane and Maggie before you read the conclusion to their love story in this book. They are: Dirty Like Us (Dirty #0.5); and A Dirty Wedding Night (Dirty #2.5) (specifically the story within called A Dirty Secret).

  It’s been an incredible experience bringing the Dirty family to life! THANK YOU so much for coming along on this romantic rock ’n’ roll journey with me.

  The complete Dirty series reading
order:

  Dirty Like Me (Dirty #1)

  Dirty Like Us (Dirty #0.5) - Free

  Dirty Like Brody (Dirty #2)

  A Dirty Wedding Night (Dirty #2.5)

  Dirty Like Seth (Dirty #3)

  Dirty Like Dylan (Dirty #4)

  Dirty Like Jude (Dirty #5)

  Dirty Like Zane (Dirty #6)

  From beautiful Vancouver (the home of Dirty!),

  Jaine

  Chapter One

  Maggie

  All you have to do is avoid him.

  That’s what I’d been telling myself in preparation for this day. This tour.

  Just keep it platonic.

  Keep it professional.

  And when all else fails… Avoid.

  I took a sweeping glance across the parking lot; the members of Dirty were meeting up behind their former rehearsal space, which was now Jesse’s wife Katie’s art studio. There was room for a few of the tour buses to pull into the lot, but the sporting goods store across the alley had a larger lot where the rest of the buses had filed in.

  It was a commercial-industrial neighborhood and not much else was stirring; it was ungodly-early for a January morning, the sun just starting to lighten the sky, and I could see my breath as I looked around.

  I glimpsed a few of the band members. Jude’s security team. A few of our road crew milling about, those who hadn’t already headed south yesterday with the trucks. Our tour manager, Alec, counting heads, his assistant passing out coffees.

  Not one sign of Zane.

  All clear.

  I raised my mochaccino to Alec; he waved back, and I turned to head across the lot.

  “Hey, Maggie.” Zane’s bodyguard loomed in front of me, and I almost pissed myself. For a giant man, Shady was incredibly light on his feet. He eased back, seeming to realize he’d almost literally scared the piss out of me. “Uh… good morning?”

  “Hey, Shady,” I mumbled, dashing past him.

  I waved a hasty hello to my bus driver, who was talking on her phone, and beelined for my bus. I’d already glimpsed it across the alley, parked behind Katie’s studio. While the rest of the buses were silver-and-black, mine had a purple swirl down the side.

  I turned to cut between two of the massive buses.

  And there was Zane.

  I stopped so suddenly, I almost spilled coffee all over myself. It slopped out the sippy hole in the lid and burned my hand.

  Fuck.

  I licked the coffee off my skin and glanced up.

  Zane hadn’t seen me. His left side was turned toward me.

  I wasn’t even sure what he was doing.

  He was just standing there, alone, in the shadows between the buses, staring at the ground and kinda muttering to himself… like he did when he was nervous before going onstage, or when he was working on a song in his head.

  Then his hand raised to his mouth, trailing smoke. He was smoking a joint—because, you know, that was a normal thing to do at the ass-crack of dawn.

  If you were Zane Traynor.

  He wore biker boots and fitted jeans with the knees ripped out, a white Henley shirt with pushed-up sleeves and one of his trademark black leather vests. He had maybe a week’s growth on his jaw and his blond hair had been freshly buzzed on the side into a swatch of velvet, the long part on top falling forward.

  Gorgeous.

  Dangerous.

  Dirty’s lead singer.

  My legal husband.

  Technically, he was also one of my employers. And the one man I’d have to avoid as much as humanly possible on this tour, without making it totally obvious.

  Because no one was supposed to know about us.

  About the fact that we’d secretly gotten married in Las Vegas almost two years ago.

  Or the fact that he made my heart race and the backs of my knees sweat… and occasionally made me spread my legs for him and scream like I’d never screamed for any man before.

  To all the world except for the very few people who knew the truth about us, I was simply Maggie Omura, Dirty’s assistant manager, and he was Zane Traynor, Dirty’s lead singer, and we were nothing more to each other than co-workers and, on a good day, friends.

  We definitely weren’t a married couple who weren’t really a couple but who occasionally fucked, fought, and generally had a totally fucked-up relationship.

  I just stared at him, afraid to move and not breathing at all. My heart was beating too hard and several parts of my body were starting to sweat, right on cue.

  Zane tipped his head back and ran a ring-laden hand through his hair, smoothing it back from his face as he looked up at the sky. He took another drag from his joint… and I slowly backed up.

  I got the fuck out of there before he caught me staring at him.

  I pretty much ran for my bus, and when I got there, I frowned to see Jesse’s guitar tech, Jimmy, stepping out. Jimmy was definitely one of the good ones; he’d carried my bags for me, whisked them away before I was even out of the taxi—but still. He was a dude.

  I gave him a look and pointed at the pretty pink sign I’d posted on the window of the front door yesterday, when I’d personally decorated the bus. It said, in giant silver glitter letters: NO DUDES.

  Jimmy smiled sheepishly. “Your bags are inside, Maggs.”

  I gave him a curt, “Thank you,” then disappeared up the steps inside. I set my coffee down on one of the tables in the lounge, glanced around and called out, “Hellooo?” But clearly none of the other girls were here yet.

  There was a loud, staticky blip that almost made me jump out of my skin—apparently, I was that tense—and a voice spoke over the walkie that lay on the table.

  “Hey, Maggie. You there?”

  I picked up the walkie and replied cheerily, “Hey, Alec!”

  “You seen or heard from Zane or Dylan yet this morning?”

  “Nope!”

  Half-true.

  I’d definitely seen Seth, Elle and Jesse in the lot. I hadn’t seen Dylan, but our drummer was pretty much always late, so no panic there just yet.

  And Zane, well… Alec would find him soon enough.

  “Oh, here’s Dylan,” he said. “Hopefully Zane checks in soon.”

  “Uh-huh. You know, we can always roll out without him. If he misses the Seattle show, Jesse can cover his vocal parts, right?”

  “Uh… okay?” Alec chuckled. “Just let him know I’m looking for him if you see him?”

  “Will do!”

  I tossed the walkie on a couch with my leather jacket and headed down the back hall, where the bunks were. I supposed Alec didn’t share my little theory that we didn’t really need our lead singer, but this was his first Dirty tour. Maybe his opinion would change; Zane had that effect on people.

  Either way, no way was I holding Zane’s hand—or anything else—through this tour. If he couldn’t “check in” with Alec, not my problem.

  After stashing my pretty makeup bags full of toiletries and cosmetics in the washroom, I started unpacking and putting away some of my clothes in my designated closet/locker. Then I made up my bunk with the bedding I’d brought; soft sheets, velvety-soft blanket and a multitude of cushy pillows. There was no window by my bunk, but there was air and temperature control, some recessed lighting and a little cubby where I could store a few things.

  Comfy enough.

  This would be my home for the next four months while we toured North America, before we headed overseas to continue Dirty’s Hell & Back world tour. We rarely traveled by bus on other continents but here at home we had so many tour dates, especially in the U.S., that it made the most sense, both economically and comfort-wise, to travel by bus.

  These days, every member of Dirty had their own luxury bus—except for Elle and Seth, since they were a couple. Our road crew traveled on other buses with a bunch of bunks in them. Once we rolled into a city, the band and management would stay in a hotel, but for the most part everyone preferred traveling this way—for each of us to have our ow
n space, with our own stuff, set up the way we liked it; a home-away-from-home that rolled right along wherever we went.

  For my part, I was already in love with my bus.

  The Lady Bus.

  It was the bus for the female crew, and there really weren’t many of us.

  There was me.

  There was my assistant, Talia, whom I’d begged to come on the tour at the very last minute. Since my boss, Brody Mason—Dirty’s manager—had a new baby and wasn’t coming on this tour full-time, he’d offered me both a promotion and an assistant. I was pretty sure he did it out of guilt when he saw how stressed I was leading up to the tour, but he really didn’t need to feel guilty. My stress had little to do with my workload.

  I’d turned down the promotion, as usual, but jumped at the chance to take on an assistant, and Talia was my first choice. I was actually afraid she might say no since she was in school, but as it turned out, the opportunity to go on tour with Dirty—one of the biggest touring rock bands in the world—was too much to pass up.