Sometimes the past becomes the present… And he’s hot, cocky, and British.

Leila Burke expected a lot of things when she joined her brothers on tour in Europe. He wasn’t one of them.

Jase Masters had no idea what to expect when he agreed to support Dirty B. on tour. She definitely wasn’t it.

It’s been eighteen months.

He remembers that night a little too well.

She insists she has no idea who he is.

He’s rugged and determined.

She’s wild and free.

Together, they’re a tornado.

Keeping it from touching down is the least of their worries.

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He’s so close that my eyes shut, but I force them open again, only because I want to see how green his eyes really are when the sun glances over them.
“The British are idiots,” I mumble, unable to form any further words—or any that are more coherent than those.
“Truth. If only because I can taste your lips and I haven’t touched them yet.”
“I think that makes you real—”
He cuts me off by doing exactly what he just mentioned—touching my lips with his. It’s the exact same as this morning, just fresher, almost. Realer. They’re heated from the sun, chilled from the wine we had at the bar around the corner not thirty minutes ago, and…softer.
Softer—yeah.
Hesitant yet somehow forceful.
Unsure yet oddly certain.
Mesmerizing. Consuming.
I grasp his shirt in my hand, wrapping my fingers in the soft material, as he moves closer to me and his other arm snakes around my body. He pulls me against him, and I slide along the wooden seat, my heart thundering in my chest.
I’ve been here for twenty-four hours.
I don’t want to stop.
I don’t want to change this.
I don’t know what’s happening.
I can’t feel my toes because they’re curled so hard. I can’t feel my fingers because they’re gripping him so tight. I can’t feel my lips because I’m kissing him so firmly.
I can’t feel my heart’s beats.
It’s beating too solidly, too firmly, too quickly, too erratically, for me to get a handle on it. My stomach is flipping and my lungs tightening and I swear to god, I’m consumed.
Jase.
Twenty-four hours.
A guy I’ve met once before last night.
And I’m consumed.
I’m scared.
I pull back from him, just our mouths, for just a second, before he pulls me right back in. I’m compelled to continue kissing him, and I wish I weren’t, but it’s as though a year never passed and I’m right back in London with the boy from the coffee shop.
I feel the way I did then. Racing heart when he kisses me, tingling skin when he touches me, butterflying stomach when he looks at me…
Except this is no coffee shop.
This isn’t London.
A year has passed.
And he’s not just a guy trying to figure out lyrics.
Not anymore.
He’s a potential international superstar, loved by possibly millions, obsessed over by far more. His lyrics could be written for him. His music produced for him. His schedule organized for him.
And I’m just a girl living in the shadows of her famous brothers, happy for a quiet life by the beach, where the loudest scream is that of the ocean crashing against the rocks that dare break the perfection of the sand.

Tracey’s Review

Leila Burke knows what it’s like to live in the limelight. As the younger sister of the four members of the Dirty B.’s, she’s seen her brothers and the women in their lives deal with fame, and knows that she wants none of it. Deciding to tag along on the European leg of their latest tour, Leila wants nothing more than to shake up her life a little bit, to revisit the places that she knows and loves. The last thing she’s looking for is to reconnect with the hot British guy that she met on her last trip.

Being asked to open for the Dirty B.’s is no small thing, and Jase Masters doesn’t want to do anything to mess it up. Figuring out that the girl that he, erm, met last year is their younger sister is one heck of a surprise. Figuring out how to keep himself from wanting her is going to be one heck of a job.

I’m fairly new to the Burke Brothers series by author Emma Hart, but I have fallen completely in love with all of the Burkes. Four hot protective older brothers, their girls, who just happen to all be best friends with Leila, the youngest Burke, and each other, and a funny as heck three-year-old make these books a pleasure.

All of the Burkes have gotten their stories in previous books, and now it’s time for Leila to get hers. At twenty-three, she’s fresh out of a boring relationship, has recently parted ways with her employer, and is looking for a change of scenery. Tagging along with her brothers on their tour of France and England seems like just the ticket, until her brothers bring it with their list of ground rules, which promise to make this trip feel sort of like being in prison.

Leila is feisty, sassy, snarky, and so awesome. She knows that reconnecting with Jase will only serve to bring the wrath of the B.’s down upon her, protective guys that they are. But once Leila and Jase begin to spend time together, to really get to know each other, once they’re managing to evade the all-seeing eyes of the Brothers Burke, all bets are off. And, before they know it, their hearts are involved.

It’s not supposed to be this way. It’s supposed to be a chain of late-night dirty little rendezvous after dirty little rendezvous. Secret, forbidden, hidden. Life-changing, earth-shattering, heart-thumping, but in the dirtiest, most delicious, most provocative way.
Not secret, forbidden, or hidden because there’s more to it.
Not life-changing, earth-shattering, or heart-thumping because he’s someone so much more than just a person to warm my bed for an evening.

DIRTY LITTLE RENDEZVOUS is the perfect wrap-up to this series. Sexy, sassy, steamy, with a heavy dose of family, I couldn’t put it down. I happily give this read 4.5 stars, and, if hot rockers and the women that love and handle them expertly are your thing, recommend that you add this one, and the rest of the series, to your TBR.

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