Review + Excerpt: DIRTY FILTHY RICH MEN by Laurelin Paige @laurelinpaige

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Review + Excerpt: DIRTY FILTHY RICH MEN by Laurelin Paige @laurelinpaigeDirty Filthy Rich Men by Laurelin Paige
Series: Dirty Duet #1
Published by: EverAfter Romance
on March 27, 2017
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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When I met Donovan Kincaid, I knew he was rich. I didn’t know he was filthy. Truth be told, I was only trying to get his best friend to notice me.

I knew poor scholarship girls like me didn't stand a chance against guys like Weston King and Donovan Kincaid, but I was in love with his world, their world, of parties and sex and power. I knew what I wanted—I knew who I wanted—until one night, their world tried to bite me back and Donovan saved me. He saved me, and then Weston finally noticed me, and I finally learned what it was to be in their world.

And then what it was like to lose it.

Ten years later, I’ve found my way back. Back to their world. Back to him.

This time, I’m ready. I've been down this road before, and I know all the dirty, filthy ways Donovan will try and wreck me.

But it’s hard to resist. Especially when I know how much I’ll like it.

From NYT Bestselling author Laurelin Paige, discover a whole new world filled with sex, love, power, romance and dirty, filthy rich men.

Laurelin Paige, my heart has been split open, absolutely TORN APART, and the only thing that is holding it together is the promise of book #2. I’ve read some DAMN GOOD duets in the past, but MY GOD, this one takes the cake! EROTIC TO THE CORE, you’ve created something special and unique with these characters. I’ve never wanted to throw my kindle against the wall more, and yet, I couldn’t spare a single second turning my eyes away from the pages. You’ve given us a special kind of asshole with DK. He DEFINES the term ALPHA MALE in every possible way. Ladies, get ready for the MEN. There will be one particular man who you are just going to LOVE to HATE! And when I say hate, I mean H A T E!

“How much do you want me to hurt you?” he asked.

God, I almost came. He knew. Knew that this was edgy, that this brought up difficult memories, but he knew I still wanted to play.

“Do you want me to tell you to stop?” I’d never tell him to stop. I was sure I’d take whatever he wanted to give me.

 He lowered himself over me so that I could feel his erection, hot and hard against my pelvis. “I want you to beg me to stop.”

And ladies, THIS isn’t even the tip of the iceberg! There is SO MUCH HOTNESS in this book! So much so, that you will be reading certain scenes OVER and OVER again. When Laurelin Paige gives us a series…SHE GIVES US A SERIES! Scorching HOT, NSFW at all, sex scenes. EMOTION that runs deep through every single turn of the page. Page after page of swoon-worthy, assholery…yep, that’s a thing. Look it up. There wasn’t a page I didn’t absolutely DEVOUR. There wasn’t a chapter I didn’t scream at. This duet…these characters…this storyline is EVERYTHING. I’m obsessed. I’m addicted. I’m over the top IN LOVE with everything about these DIRTY FILTHY RICH MEN. Embrace your filthy fantasies and PICK UP this enticing and seductive romance now!

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After she was gone, I walked over to the windows and drank in the scene. The Town Center was high enough that it had an unblocked view of downtown Manhattan, Brooklyn, and beyond.

Giddiness surged through me, starting like a pinprick at my center and moving out through my veins in all directions until even my fingers and toes felt warm.

I was really here.

I made it.

It wasn’t the way I thought it would be, but in the end, it still came out of my time at Harvard. I’d always known that connections made the difference in a career, and here I was. Finally. At the top of the world, looking out.

I couldn’t stop grinning.

“It’s incredible, isn’t it?” a male voice came from behind me.

Still smiling, I glanced up and caught his reflection in the window.

And everything disappeared.

The world that had buzzed below, the beautiful scene, the excitement that had unfurled through my body—all of it evaporated and all that existed in its place was a pale, hollow shell of myself and the man in the perfectly tailored suit behind me.

I turned to look at him directly. Our gazes smashed together, and my legs nearly fell out from under me.

“Donovan,” I rasped. It was a miracle that I managed to find enough voice to say that much.

And there was so much more that had to be said. So much more that I hadn’t prepared for. Which was ridiculous since I’d talked to him so many times in my head over the years, practiced so many conversations, but never did he show up out of the blue looking so dastardly handsome in a dark gray three-piece suit, his face rugged with scruff, his eyes hazel and earnest despite the playful smirk on his lips.

I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. I wasn’t even sure how to breathe anymore.

He broke our gaze to nod out the window at the skyline, walking toward me as he said, “I’m sure you found the Empire.”

Though his focus was now on the scenery, I didn’t take my eyes off him as he approached. He didn’t stop until he was right beside me. So close our shoulders would touch if I coughed. Tension ran off him like foam spilling over from a mug of beer. Good tension. Bad tension. I wasn’t sure if there was a difference when it came to Donovan.

Which was why I was screwed if he was here.

Why the hell was he here?

“I thought you were in Tokyo.” I couldn’t stop staring at him. He’d gotten more refined with age, and rougher at the same time. His hair was short and his curls gone, giving him a polished look he lacked before. The lines by his eyes were more defined and his expression seemed harder than I’d remembered. It made him sexier.

As if he was a man who needed to be sexier than the one I knew. 

“I came back two months ago,” he said offhandedly. “That’s it right there.” He leaned his face in close to mine as he pointed to the famous structure. “Do you see it?”

Fuck if I cared about the Empire. I was in Donovan Kincaid’s orbit. What else was there in the world?

About Laurelin Paige

USA Today and New York Times Bestselling Author Laurelin Paige is a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there’s kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters. Her husband doesn’t seem to complain, however. When she isn’t reading or writing sexy stories, she’s probably singing, watching Game of Thrones or The Walking Dead, or dreaming of Michael Fassbender. She’s also a proud member of Mensa International though she doesn’t do anything with the organization except use it as material for her bio. She is represented by Rebecca Friedman.

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