Dirty Filthy Rich Love by Laurelin Paige
Release Date: September 11th
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Dirty Filthy Rich Men (book 1):
Blurb:
I’ve discovered Donovan Kincaid’s secret.
It’s dirty and filthy and rich – as dirty and filthy and rich as he is – and it haunts me as much as he ever did.
Even after knowing what I know now, I still want to talk to him, to touch him. But there’s an ocean between us, and I’m not sure it can be crossed with something as easy as a phone call or a plane ride.
Yet I’m willing to try.
He doesn’t know this yet, but this time I’m the one with the power. And maybe – just maybe – if the air were cleared and all our secrets bared, there could still be a chance for us.
And this dirty, filthy thing between us might end up being love after all.
Excerpt:
He took another step toward me, and I started to step back, but there was a counter behind me, so I had to stay put. And maybe I wanted to stay put. He was only a foot and a half away from me now.
“But I haven’t lied to you, Sabrina.” His gaze never left mine. “And I’m not lying when I say I don’t give a fuck about anybody else’s cunt but yours.”
We stood there, not touching, not speaking, each of us standing our ground. But I had no basis to keep my position, and it felt like he’d won so much already.
I couldn’t back down.
“Prove it,” I said.
His expression flared, his eyes growing dark and mean, and I realized what I’d done. Donovan wasn’t one to be provoked.
I’d just invited the devil out to play.
“Unzip your skirt and put your hands on the counter behind you.”
My heart hammered and my belly twisted. My panties were embarrassingly drenched all of a sudden, and I wanted him. But I stood completely still. “I didn’t—”
He cut me off. “No talking and unzip your skirt.”
My mouth slammed shut, but I still didn’t move. If I moved, I’d be asking for this. But if I talked, I’d be telling him to stop.
And I didn’t want this to stop.
I just didn’t want to ask for it because I was stubborn and stupid for wanting him in the first place.
But he would give it to me without the words, without my obedience. Because he knew me. He knew what I needed.
With his eyes never leaving mine, he found the zipper at the side of my waist and pulled it down. After that, the skirt was loose enough that all he had to do was tug it once and it fell easily to my feet. He nudged his knee against my inner leg, and automatically I stepped that foot out of the pool of material on the floor, widening my stance.
He gave a nod of praise, sending a jolt of warmth through my entire body.
Then he bent down in front of me.
Suddenly, breathing was harder than it should have been. My chest moved up and down, air passed through my mouth, but I couldn’t get enough of it to my lungs.
And he hadn’t even touched me yet.
The sight of him alone—Donovan Kincaid, one of the most powerful men in the world, down on his knees in his black Ermenegildo Zegna suit—it was overwhelming and erotic, and by the time he put his hand at the back of my knee, I was already trembling.
Tracey’s Review
We wrapped ourselves in this chrysalis, this love we’d found that would change us both. This filthy love that had reminded me what it felt like to be cared for. This rich love that taught Donovan for the first time in his life what it could feel like to belong to someone.
This book, y’all. Listen, I’ve read Laurelin Paige, and I know, I know, that any book that she delivers will suck me in and hold me captive until the very last page, and she absolutely nailed it with this darkly intense and erotic read.
I was already hooked on the story, invested in the relationship between Donovan Kincaid and Sabrina Lind. These two have been bound to each other for years, entrenched in ways that don’t become clear until the whole story unfolds in this book. They’re both complicated, Donovan and Sabrina, carrying baggage with a capital ‘B.’ This is, though, what makes them able to understand each other, and, really, perfect for each other.
Donovan, with all of his dark secrets and alpha attitude, is not the typical Prince Charming, but Sabrina’s not the type to want that, anyway. She has very particular needs, and, for better or worse, he gets her completely. Their relationship is anything but conventional, but it mostly works for them, and, when it doesn’t, well, those are the moments that allow them to grow into the people, the couple, that they’re striving to be, to smooth the rough edges and move to the next level.
DIRTY FILTHY RICH LOVE is the perfect wrap-up to the story that began in DIRTY FILTHY RICH BOYS. Laurelin, as usual, has written a flawlessly and well-crafted story, with a plot that immediately and continuously engaged me, and characters that are written with plenty of humanity, with all of the flaws and imperfections that that entails. This book, and the others in the series, are everything that I’ve come to expect from Laurelin, and rates an easy, if sometimes uncomfortable, five stars. This is a series that fans of Laurelin or of the darker, angstier reads should absolutely add to their TBRs.
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Tessa Bailey is originally from Carlsbad, California. The day after high school graduation, she packed her yearbook, ripped jeans, and laptop, and drove cross-country to New York City in under four days. Her most valuable life experiences were learned thereafter while waitressing at K-Dees, a Manhattan pub owned by her uncle. Inside those four walls, she met her husband, best friend, and discovered the magic of classic rock, managing to put herself through Kingsborough Community College and the English program at Pace University at the same time. Several stunted attempts to enter the work force as a journalist followed, but romance writing continued to demand her attention. She now lives in Long Island, New York with her husband and daughter. Although she is severely sleep-deprived, she is incredibly happy to be living her dream of writing about people falling in love.
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