Irresistible Rogue by Jayne Diamond
- Alisha Eadle
- Nov 14
- 18 min read
Irresistible Rogue
by Jaine Diamond
Self-Published
Book 4 in the Vancity Villians Series
I ducked into a bar on a stormy night and met a smoldering, enigmatic stranger with the body of an athlete and eyes like a wolf on the prowl.
He was gorgeous, he said all the right things, and he gave me the hottest night of my life.
And a fake name.
The next day, I died of humiliation when I found out who he really was.
Shane Madrigal.
Underground fighter. Mercurial, mysterious bachelor.
And now, my arch enemy.
Because my mom just got engaged to his dad.
And he seduced me just to screw with me.
The next time I see him, his wolfish gaze is dripping with animosity.
I’ll have to endure him at all the formal events leading up to the wedding.
Mom even wants him to walk me down the aisle.
And I won’t let our secret war ruin the wedding of Mom’s dreams.
I’m ready to call a truce in desperation.
But when my enemy flirts with me, I’m confused.
I know he’s just messing with my head. Because he hates me, right?
I thought he did.
But the way he’s looking at me now is telling a different story.
And it’s making me question everything that’s ever happened between us… starting with that night in the storm.
Genre
Triggers
Violence (underground fighting), Dom/Sub relationship, future step-siblings
I love Jaine Diamond's work, and Irresistible Rogue is no exception.
The forbidden nature of the book just added to it, in my opinion.
Yes, the step-sibling trope is ... interesting territory.
There is a line.
Like, if you grew up thinking of one another as siblings ... ew.
But meeting as adults for the first time?
Or in this case, meeting before you even know you are future step-siblings?
Okay, sign me up.
One of the things I love about Jaine Diamond's books is that she just seems to pull off everything I want in a romance in a way that seems almost flawless.
It's not just romance - which we get in spades.
She writes incredibly descriptive sex scenes, but it's never too much.
The flirtatious banter between the main characters is always top notch, but Jaine also puts in the work for the side characters, which I love. I don't want a one dimensional romance. I want it all.
Irresistible Rogue has it all.
Shane and Jolie are so much fun to read right from the start.
Is the whole super intense, super hot, one night stand trope used a lot in these meeting the future step-sibling situations?
Of course.
When Jaine Diamond writes it, however, it feels exciting and fresh.
And yes, hot as hell.
Because not only does Jolie and Shane have heaps of chemistry on page, but we get the added dynamic of Jolie finding herself when it comes to her sexuality, and what she needs to feel intimacy with someone.
Irresistible Rogue was a delicious ending to the Vancity Villians series - and the tiniest introduction to her new series Bayshore Billionaires. Honestly, though, no matter what Jaine Diamond writes, I will read it.
Dane: “I’m really not sure how we’ve been friends this long.”
Shane: “Because I’m fucking fun.”
Shane: "Johnny wasn’t trying to stir up shit or anything but I was just in a mood and then I couldn’t get it out of my head and then I turned around and told Brampton that if he wanted to push me around like a bitch, he should do it in a ring.”
Dane sighed.
Shane: “He said something about how I could never beat him in a legitimate, sanctioned fight. So I told him he couldn’t beat me if I tied my hands behind my back and fucked his mom first to tire myself out.”
Dane: “Too bad. She’s cute.”
Shane: “No,”
I corrected him.
Shane: “She’s fucking annoying.”
Dane: “Then why are you bringing her up?”
Shane: “Because she’s fucking annoying. I’m bitching. This is a bitch session.”
Dane: “I thought you brought her up because she’s cute.”
Shane: “Are you listening to me? Or are you in a meeting right now?”
Dane: “I can multitask.”
Shane: “Have you met her?”
Dane: “I think I saw her somewhere once. Maybe a picture? Or at a party?”
Shane: “I told you, she lives in California.”
Dane: “Maybe when we were in California.”
He was definitely not listening to me. I flopped onto one of his couches again.
Shane: “She said she sucked your dick while you were dressed like a rodeo clown and riding on a pony.”
Finally, his eyes flicked up to me again over his laptop. Then he stopped typing.
Dane: “How would that ever happen?”
he said mildly.
Shane: “Now that I have your fucking attention.”
Shane: “Okay, promise you won’t get all judgey and up on your high horse about marriage. And how my sex life depresses you because I’m a depraved slut.”
Dane: “I make no such promise.”
Shane: “I fucked her.”
Dane: “Who, Jolie?”
Shane: “Yes, Jolie. That’s who we’re talking about right now.”
Dane: “Your… stepsister, Jolie?”
Shane: “There is no other Jolie, okay? And she’s not my stepsister. Yet,”
I muttered. He shut the laptop and slid it aside.
Dane: “This is fascinating.”
I got to my feet.
Shane: “I’ll go talk to Lex.”
Dane: “Sit down.”
I paced around the room, then sat back down.
Dane: “Go on,”
Shane: “I fucked her. It was like four years ago. The night of my dad’s engagement party. I met her in a bar and I fucked her.”
Dane: “Say you fucked her one more time, I don’t think you mentioned that enough.”
I gazed at him solemnly.
Shane: “I fucked her a lot, bro.”
Dane rolled his eyes.
Dane: “Continue. Get to the point.”
Shane: “You give the best heart to hearts.”
Dane: “I try.”
Shane: "Then she avoided me like the plague, and then she moved to California. Like I’m a fucking leper.”
Dane: “That’s offensive to people with leprosy.”
I tossed out my arms.
Shane: “Are there any in this room right now?”
Dane: “You mean besides you?”
Shane: “And now you’re in my face about a suit?”
What was she doing here, really?
Jolie: “Yes. Because Jacob and your brothers already got their suits and you’re all supposed to match. Don’t you ever think of anyone but yourself?”
I pretended to consider that.
Shane: “I do. But they’re usually curvier than my dad and blonder than your mom.”
Jolie: “Oh, he likes curvy blondes. How unexpected.”
My eyes dragged down her body. I was guessing, from the attitude on that, that she didn’t consider herself curvy or blonde. She had plenty of curves, though, from where I was looking. And she was sort of blonde. Somewhere between dark blonde and light brown? I wasn’t sure what I’d call her hair color. Perfect? She sighed.
Jolie: “Would it help if the suit tailor was curvy and blonde?”
Shane: “Not even a little bit.”
Dani: “Every time one of the catering staff walks in, I’m like salivating to see if it’s him. Am I gonna want to slap him as soon as I meet him or rake my nails down his chest?”
Probably both.
Jolie: “You know those men you see in advertisements for eyeglasses, with the beautiful lips and perfect jawline?”
I whispered back.
Jolie: “That. Except this one is also a battered gladiator who just slayed the beast and his prize is that he gets to fuck you. Upside-down.”
Shane: “What’s the one thing you want most from a man when you have sex?”
he’d suddenly asked me. I could’ve told him no more questions. I could’ve given him a playful, flirtatious, bullshit answer. But I didn’t.
Jolie: “His attention.”
I wasn’t even sure, at the time, why I’d answered so honestly, but why not? I figured I was probably never gonna see him again.
Jolie: “In that moment, I just want to feel like I’m everything he needs.”
Dani: “You should definitely fuck him,”
Dani repeated, confirming that I had actually heard her right. I gaped in shock and looked to Danica for help.
Danica: “Don’t listen to her,”
Danica said easily.
Danica: “You should definitely not fuck him. You shouldn’t ‘fuck’ anyone. Not until you’re in a loving, committed—”
Dani: “Oh, stop,”
Dani interjected.
Dani: “She’s not seventeen anymore, Danica. Our little baby cousin has grown up. She should fuck whoever she wants to. And Shane Madrigal is dirty and hot and single, and he made the first move. What more do you need? Just go for it.”
Jolie: “I’m… but…”
I stuttered.
Dani: “He’s got a hot body,”
Dani informed us, as if we hadn’t noticed that this morning, when we saw him in his underwear.
Dani: “I saw him in a wet swimsuit at Margot and Jacob’s one time and he’s definitely packing some heat.”
Danica: “That’s not really helping,”
Jolie: “Are you referring to his dick?!”
I demanded.
Dani: “Yes, Jolie,”
Dani said calmly.
Dani: “I’m referring to his dick.”
Jolie: “Our parents are getting married! We’re like… step siblings!”
Dani: “Don’t make it sound so pervy. You’re both adults. It’s not wrong.”
Jolie: “It’s not right, either.”
Dani: “Would you or would you not fuck him if he rolled up to you when you were horny and alone one night, and no one saw you together, and he said, ‘Jolie, let’s fuck’?”
I promptly started to sweat.
Jolie: “Pour me a champagne, please."
Dani: “It’s not about him. You need to get that out of your head.”
Dani sipped her champagne and stared at me like that was crystal clear.
Jolie: “Then what the hell is it about?”
Dani: “You, obviously.”
Jolie: “Uh-huh. And him. Doing sex stuff.”
Dani: “Exactly. You need to stop waiting on your elusive unicorn to appear in a cloud of glitter and just get some D.”
I gasped.
Jolie: “How dare you bring my unicorn into this!”
Dani rolled her eyes.
Dani: “Yes. An invisible man who may or may not exist. Let’s wait around to fuck him while our pussy grows cobwebs.”
Jolie: “Do not. Ridicule. The unicorn,”
I warned her, because that shit was sacrosanct with me.
Dani: “Who cares what he’s thinking? I told you, it’s not about him.”
Jolie: “Of course it’s about him. He gets laid. He sees me naked and stuff. And that shit is forever, Dani. After that, he gets to see me naked anytime he wants… in his memory… until the end of time.”
I swallowed. This was sounding way too familiar.
Jolie: “He gets to know how I looked and how I sounded, how I tasted and smelled and all the things, and he gets to lord it over me if he wants to…”
Yup. Been there.
Dani: “Oh my god. I just got it. You’re afraid you will see stars and it will be amazing, physically, and he’ll know you love it and you can’t stand that.”
Jolie: “Uh, yeah!? Like who would want that?”
Dani: “You’re focusing on the wrong things.”
I blinked at Danica.
Jolie: “I don’t get her.”
Danica: “I know, sweetie. No one does.”
Dani: “I’m telling you,”
Dani pressed on.
Dani: “Let him pound that pussy. Make him go down on you first before he gets it. Tell him he has to make you come like five times before he gets to. Bleed him dry for everything you want before he gets his.”
Oh my God. And now she just described it. That was like, literally what happened that night. However… it happened because he made it happen. Not because I made him do it.
Jolie: “And how would I do that?!”
Dani looked at Danica.
Dani: “Is she kidding?”
Danica: “She’s not. She wasn’t born a succubus. We don’t all have an innate talent for bleeding men dry.”
Dani: "Any guy who doesn’t appreciate that, who isn’t taking the time to make it happen for you, who doesn’t get off on making it happen for you, doesn’t deserve your body or your time.”
Dani: “Take it from me. You need to experience some actual dick to figure out what kind you like.”
Danica: “I don’t know. Are we seriously evaluating men based on one body part?”
Dani: “No, we’re evaluating them based on how they use said body part, which says basically everything we need to know about a guy. Now, I can tell by looking at a guy if he’s right for me or not. But I’m a more … advanced dater.”
Danica snorted a laugh.
Danica: “What a nice way to put it.”
Dani was scrutinizing me.
Dani: “Jolie, you’re more of a newb to the cock end of the pool. So it might take you a little longer to decide. It’s understandable.”
My cheeks were burning.
Jolie: “So how do I figure out what kind of cock… or guy… I like?”
Dani: “Easy. You fuck them.”
Danica sighed.
Jolie: “I’m okay,”
I wheezed.
Jolie: “I was just… picturing Shane… doing all those things to me. I’m sick.”
Dani: “You’re not sick,”
Dani said firmly.
Dani: “You’re horny. And we just need some men to attend to your needs.”
Danica: “You realize men are human beings, right? They’re not just your personal playthings.”
Dani: “You say tomato, I say—”
Ashley smirked at me while Matt dragged another table next to ours.
Ashley: “How’s your brother doing, Jolie?”
I instantly turned magenta.
Jolie: “He’s not my brother!!”
Did anyone else hear me say Shane’s name just now?
Ashley: “I heard you kissed him,”
he said bluntly.
Ashley: “Didn’t know you also wanted to screw him.”
Jolie: “Danica!”
I whirled to her.
Danica: “Sorry! You know I tell my men everything.”
Jolie: “Not that!”
Danica: “They don’t judge.”
Matt: “We judge a little. But only to make you squirm.”
Shane: “You’re so pretty when you’re disgusted with me.”
Jolie: “You’re gross when you lie to me.”
Shane: “You know, it kinda turns me on when you pretend you can’t stand me.”
Jolie: “Stop lying. And I am not pretending.”
Shane: “You’re like a cute little cactus. I just want to take you home and pluck out all your thorns.”
Jolie: “Stop hitting on me.”
Shane: “Look. Drinks.”
Shane gave the bartender a bro-y nod as he placed the drinks in front of us.
Jolie: “Thank God.”
I buried my face in my refreshing spritzer.
Shane: “You know, you really have terrible manners.”
Jolie: “I have terrible manners?”
Shane: “God didn’t buy you the drink. I did.”
Jolie: “I see what you did there. More important than God, huh? I knew you had an ego, but shit.”
Jolie: “But I don’t want you to think this means I like you or anything,”
I added quickly.
Shane: “Heaven forbid.”
Jolie: “I’m serious. I’m not crushing on you. We can still hate each other.”
Shane: “Apparently.”
Jolie: “Sex.”
My cheeks flamed.
Jolie: “It’s just sex.”
He didn’t say anything. Why was that so unnerving?
Jolie: “This is just one time,”
I pressed as he wandered back towards me.
Jolie: “And it doesn’t mean anything.”
Shane: “Right.”
Was he agreeing? Or was he mocking me?
Jolie: “It’s just a one night stand,” I repeated as he stopped in front of me and stared me down.
Shane: “I thought we already had one of those.”
Jolie: “Okay, so we’re having another one. But this one is it.”
Shane: “Uh-huh. One plus one.”
Did I just get fucked by a unicorn? No. I pushed the unwanted thought away. Shane Madrigal was no unicorn. He was a sly, ravenous wolf, at best. A rogue alpha. And no matter how I just let him devour me, I would not be his prey.
Jolie: "Anyway, listen. I just parked outside some estate Shane drove into and I figure I can slip over the fence or something. I’m kinda hidden under some trees right now. Tell me if I should get back in the car and go home and act like a sane person.”
Alyssa: “What? No!”
Jolie: “No, like don’t do it? Or no, like, don’t go home?”
Alyssa: “No! You’re there, aren’t you? I say jump the fence and see what he’s up to.”
Jolie: “See? This is why you’re my best friend.”
Alyssa: “Well, you know, since you don’t know what he’s up to, there’s always a chance he’s doing something, you know, innocent. Good, even.”
Jolie: “Not likely.”
I jumped up, trying to peek over, but the fence was too high. All I could see was the massive roof of the house. If you could actually call a building that big a “house.”
Jolie: “It’s far more likely he’s filming high-end porn in there.”
Alyssa: “Is there such a thing as high-end porn?”
Alyssa: “Wait! What if the place is actually the headquarters of some drug cartel, and the grounds are patrolled by guards with machine guns?”
Jolie: “Alyssa. We don’t have drug cartels in Canada. And you know I don’t actually think Shane is a drug lord.”
Alyssa: “Sure you do. You say it often enough.”
Jolie: “I’m being facetious. More than likely I’m just gonna catch him banging some chick with an I.Q. smaller than her cup size, and I’ll be on my way.”
I got a foot hold and got ready to climb.
Jolie: “I swear, if that happens, I’ll let it go.”
Alyssa: “Right.”
It took me a while, and if anyone looked out a window in this direction they’d probably think some incredibly frisky squirrels were fucking in this tree or something, because the bough I was on was flopping onto the fence in a weird rhythm as I inched my butt along.
Shane: “Good, baby,”
I soothed, trying not to lose control myself.
Shane: “Come on me.”
Jolie: “Maybe we can just, you know, be enemies… with benefits?”
That was what he was offering, right?
Alyssa: “Who does that?”
Jolie: “I don’t know. Us?”
Alyssa: “Now you’re an us?”
Jolie: “We are not an us. But maybe just for a few weeks we could be secret, dirty lovers. Without the love part, of course.”
Alyssa: “Or you could just admit that you like him.”
What?
Jolie: “I don’t like him. I like his sex. These are two different things.”
Jolie: "Sometimes I feel like… I still haven’t met you yet.”
I met her eyes.
Shane: “You’ve met me.”
I let my gaze drift down and linger on her lips.
Shane: “Several times now.”
Jolie: “But I still don’t know who you are.”
She added with obvious frustration,
Jolie: “And why are you so different from every guy I’ve ever met?”
I laughed a little.
Shane: “I don’t know. Maybe you’re meeting the wrong guys.”
Shane: “A submissive is not a servant. At least, not in my world. As a submissive, you come to me with a need and I fulfill it.”
Jolie: “That’s… all?”
Shane: “No. That is not all. That is everything. It’s the ultimate pleasure, if you’re me.”
Jolie: “Good. Now. Shall we go over this wedding design?”
Madeleine set her wine aside.
Madeleine: “I do have a date tonight, and I don’t want to be late for my handsome sub. The poor thing. He gets so anxious when I make him wait.”
Something in her tone told me that she absolutely would make him wait.
Jolie: “Sex Island?”
I asked. Last I heard, it was called Isabella Island. A short boat ride across the water from downtown Vancouver, this small island was where Danica lived a lot of the time with her husbands, when they weren’t all away on tour. Ashley’s best friend, Dylan, another rock star, also lived here.
Taylor: “Oh, it’s all sex over here,”
Taylor said happily. I was pretty sure she’d been drinking already. I’d arrived pretty late. The sun was starting to go down.
Ashley: “Let’s go, ladies. I’ve got a dick to suck.”
Danica’s husband, Ashley, came down the path between the trees.
Taylor: “See what I mean?”
Taylor said, but she threw him a look.
Taylor: “Ash, can you please with the manners? Jolie is here. We don’t need to scare her back to California just yet.”
Ashley: “Hey. ’Sup, Jolie.”
Ashley gave her a serious look.
Ashley: “I say this with love. You need to get plowed. Get Cary on that.”
Taylor rolled her eyes at me.
Taylor: “I get plowed plenty, thanks,”
she muttered, and I was sure she meant it. Her husband, Cary, another rock star and a member of Ashley and Matt’s band, was fucking smoking, and he and Taylor were adorable together.
Taylor: “Men,”
she said to me.
Taylor: “More dick is the answer to everything.”
Ashley: “It really is,”
Ashley said solemnly.
Dani: “Take this, too,”
Dani said, and tossed a double-ended pink dildo onto my pile.
Jolie: “Hell, no.”
I tossed it back on her pile.
Dani: “Why not?”
she demanded. I shook my head, laughing as they all tossed stuff on my pile.
Jolie: “I will take one rubber dick, you guys. One. You realize I have to fly home with this? I have to clear U.S. Customs. Those guys have no sense of humor and they are scary as shit in their uniforms. I am not flying over the border with a suitcase full of dicks.”
Shane: "With you…”
His thumb stroked slowly over mine.
Shane: “I expect submission from the moment you walk in the door.”
When I realized he was waiting, patiently, for me to respond to everything he just said, I found my voice.
Jolie: “I’m not sure I know how to do that. Or… what exactly you want.”
Shane: “You do it naturally. Every time you walk in my door.”
I tried to wrap my head around that. He’d said something similar to me before… Pretty much everything you do when the two of us are alone is a submissive thing.
Shane: “What you don’t seem to understand yet, Jolie, is that you’re perfect.”
Dane: “I thought what the ladies you date found important was the part where you chain them to the bed in your sex shack in the woods, and do gothic shit to them.”
Lex: “What kind of fucked-up romance novel have you been reading?”
Shane: “I’m not a vampire, Dane,”
I said dryly.
Shane: “And I wouldn’t say I really date them.”
He was studying my thigh area very seriously.
Shane: “Are you wearing panties?”
Jolie: “Yes.”
Was he kidding? If I wasn’t wearing panties I’d be dripping down my legs already. He kinda frowned.
Shane: “Garters are impractical.”
I almost laughed.
Shane: “What?”
His eyes met mine.
Shane: “They make it hard to get the panties off.”
Jolie: “Oh. Well, I guess you’ll just have to work for it, then.”
His eyes darkened, and in that look was a promise that my panties were in no way safe from him tonight, garters in the way or no.
Shane: “Naughty,”
he warned.
Shane: “Did you really come here just to stare at me?”
he asked me.
Shane: “I thought you were curious.”
Jolie: “I am.”
Shane: “But…?”
I took a breath and said,
Jolie: “But you’re the most interesting thing in this room.”
It was the same thing he said to me that night in the bar when he picked me up. He squeezed my throat in a hungry pulse.
Shane: “Say things like that, little dove, and you’re gonna get the fuck of your life tonight.”
Jolie: “And what is your flavor?”
He tipped my face closer to his, his lips brushing mine as he spoke.
Shane: “Apparently… little submissive girls with sassy mouths who need to learn their manners.”
Shane: “If you prefer, my hand can do the talking.”
Jolie: “Meaning?”
Shane: “Meaning I can put you over my knee and spank you good.”
I laughed, but my arousal was undeniable. The mere thought of him doing that to me, right now…
Jolie: “You think you can just come in here and… discipline me?”
Shane: “Clearly, you need it.”
As if the threat wasn’t enough, he then did something that completely floored me: he rolled up his sleeves. Slowly and deliberately. While I watched, my breathing growing heavier.
Shane: “I’m going to give you an orgasm, you understand? You don’t need to do anything. There’s nothing wrong with your body or your mind. Any man who gets off on you and doesn’t try to move heaven and earth to make you come is a fucking monster.”
Shane: “You think if you don’t please men they’ll leave you, just like your dad did. You think if you don’t come it’s your failure. You think you haven’t learned how to please a man, so it’s your fault when they do leave.”
Danica: “What can we do, babe?”
Danica asked me.
Jolie: “Nothing. Just have my back.”
I peered up at them.
Jolie: “And if I cry like a baby at the wedding, just tell everyone it’s happy tears.”
Dani: “It will be happy tears,”
Dani insisted.
Dani: “Over his grave, if he’s not careful,”
she muttered. Danica frowned at her.
Danica: “We have your back,”
she told me.
Dani: “Always,”
Dani agreed.
When he looked at me, it felt like entire galaxies were spinning inside me, like I was basking in the glow of a secret moon that was all my own, and a thousand dark stars were bursting apart, burning only for me.
Shane: “Then just stay. And one day, we can get married. If I’m your husband and you’re my wife, they’ll all have to shut up with their judgement.”
Jolie: “So… you’d have sex with me just to upset them,”
I teased, Jolie: “and you’d marry me just to shut them up.”
Shane: “No. I had sex with you because I fucking wanted to,”
he growled.
Shane: “And I’ll marry you because I love you.”
Shane: “I’m sorry that you ever had to doubt that I liked you from the first moment I met you,”
he told me solemnly.
Shane: “I’m sorry that I ever let you slip away. I’m sorry that I hurt you. I’m sorry that you felt the need to avoid me for four years because you didn’t trust me. I’m sorry for every moment that I wasted when I should’ve been fighting for you”
—I was sobbing now—
Shane: “and I could’ve been getting to know you. I’m sorry that I took so long to admit what I felt for you. I’m sorry it took me so long to fight for you.”
He looked choked up, and when he didn’t respond right away, Dani stage-whispered,
Dani: “Tell her you love her!”
And a couple of people, definitely my aunts, laughed softly. Shane cleared his throat.
Shane: “I love you, Jolie.”
Dani: “And you need her!”
Dani stage-whispered.
Shane: “And I need you.”
Dani: “You must have her! You’ll do anything to make that happen, otherwise you’ll die!”
Shane: “Yes,”
he said dryly.
Shane: “Everything your cousin just said.”
Shane: “I need to fuck you for a few more years before we even think about getting you pregnant,”
he informed me.
Shane: “And when you’re fat with my baby, I’m gonna take care of you.”
I laughed abruptly.
Jolie: “Let’s not call it ‘fat.’”
Shane: “I’m gonna keep you off your feet and feed you, massage you, and I’m gonna make you come all day. Pregnant women are horny, right? Hormones and stuff.”
Jolie: “Mmm. I guess we’ll see.”
His hand cupped my breast and squeezed.
Shane: “Those fat breasts you’re gonna have, full of milk…”
Jolie: “There’s that word again.”
Shane: “I’m horny already.”
