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**Dirty English is a modern love story inspired by Pride and Prejudice**
There are three things you need to know about Elizabeth Bennett: she’s smart as a whip, always in control, and lives by a set of carefully crafted rules. She’s learned the hard way that people you love the most always hurt you in the end.
But then she meets Declan Blay, the new neighbor at her apartment complex.
A tattooed British street fighter, he’s the campus bad boy she’s supposed to avoid, but when he saves her from a frat party gone bad, all her rules about sex and love fly out the window.
She gives him one night of unbridled passion, but he longs for more.
With only a cardboard-thin wall separating their bedrooms, he dreams of possessing the vulnerable girl next door forever.
One night. Two damaged hearts. The passion of a lifetime.
Overall Rating- 4
Kindle eARC provided by Author
Reviewed by: Stephanie
I was so excited to read this book since the moment I heard Ilsa was releasing something new. I absolutely loved The Briarcrest Academy books and will read anything this author writes. A tattooed British street fighter you say? I love me some accents and underground fighting, plus hot damn that cover?! This has to be one of the sexiest covers I have ever seen, so hot!
After something tragic happened to her in high school Elizabeth plays by her own set of rules, and those rules include no relationships. So the occasional one nightstand is all she wants or needs. Until one night she attends a frat party at the insistence of her best friend and meets the guy who has the potential to make her break her rules.
“Because my heart was locked up tight, the key buried deep in my soul.”
Where she has rules Declan has goals and his life carefully planned out. After a bad breakup he isn’t really looking for a relationship but when he sees Elizabeth walk into the frat party he is at he is instantly drawn to her. He knows who she is and has seen her around campus but the two have never spoken. Once they do holy freaking sexual tension right off the bat. My god people it was oozing off the pages.
“I wanted to fuck you the minute you walked in that party”—-hot damn!!!
There was a lot of push and pull, give and take in this book. Elizabeth knew she wanted more from Declan then the meaningless sex she was used to but was so afraid to let him in. But after one night between the two Declan wasn’t willing to give her up, he slowly tries to get her to change her rules. He is ready to fight for what he knows they both feel, but is it a fight he will win?
“The moment that dragonfly landed on you, I knew you were going to rock my world.”
I liked that the author gave these characters a bit of a role reversal, it broke this book away fromthe norm a bit. I am used to reading the sexy underground fighter, who is also a man whore and wants the sweet innocent girl, but in this book Elizabeth was the one known around campus for her one-night stands and was off limits for everything else and Declan was the one who had a serious relationship and had his heart broken. I loved the characters in this book and was rooting for them all the way. Elizabeth lived by what happened to her in the past but desperately wanted something more. She was sweet and funny and a really strong character. Declan, my good god Declan. Declan was so damn sexy and had that protective nature about him and carefully watched over Elizabeth. The writing was fantastic and there were also some great secondary characters. Ilsa nearly killed me with the British accents, and oh yeah Declan has a twin in this book!! The British are coming and they are hot as hell!
“Come to my apartment and spend the night with me.” I touched his face, my fingers stroking the softness of his sensuous lips. “Just one night and we can make this shitty world disappear.”
He exhaled. “A one-night stand?”
He cupped my chin. “Someone hurt you, didn’t they?”
My lips tightened. No one at Whitman knew about Colby except for Shelley and Blake, and I sure as hell wasn’t telling him. He’d judge me like everyone else had in Petal, North Carolina. “That’s none of your business.”
“I see.” His eyes searched mine until I felt like a bug under a microscope. “What if I wanted more than just one night?”
“Then your hands can let go of my hips now.”
He removed his hands slowly, the tips of his fingers grazing mine. “This may surprise you, but I don’t sleep with every girl I kiss.”
I’d been rejected. Again. “Blake said you got around, that you used—”
“And you believed him?” His voice was incredulous. “Dude is in love with you and he saw exactly how we looked at each other tonight—”
“Looked at each other? What are you talking about? You refused to dance with me and then you ran off with your girlfriend. Not to mention I just kissed you and you didn’t even care.” I threw my hands up.
“I wanted to fuck you the minute you walked in that party,” he snapped.
“Then why don’t you,” I bit out, tossing back my shoulders.
“You think you want me?” he said tightly. “You can’t handle me, Elizabeth. I can see it in your eyes. You’re scared of something, maybe not me, but something.”
My eyes went to his black eye.
He let out a harsh laugh. “Ah, that’s what you’re afraid of. You want the real truth? You told me tonight you didn’t like violence, but I’m an arsehole who uses his fists. That’s who I am.”
“What do you mean?”
His gaze was intense, dark and low, his face struggling as he fought to find the right words. “I’m in a fight club for money. I show up at warehouses and fight other blokes. Sometimes I beat them so bad they need medical attention. A few times, I’ve been beat to unconsciousness. I’m everything you need to stay away from.”
I inhaled, anger and lust and excitement all riding me. Anger that he was pushing me away, lust for the alpha male in him, and God help me, the fighting thing repelled me and excited me at the same time. “I don’t want to stay away from you. I want you to fuck me and stop making excuses for why you can’t.”
My words seemed to snap his taut restraint.
He pulled me back in his arms, his lips fusing with mine unerringly. His tongue plundered me in a sensual way my body had craved for years. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my anger morphing into all-out desire as he turned us and pressed me against the wall.
Yes, yes, this is what I craved.
A passion to remind me that I was real, not just some sad excuse of a girl who chose to exist on scraps of love.
Before I knew it, he’d shoved my robe off, his hands sculpting my shoulders, massaging them as he ravaged my mouth. I reveled in the warmth of his hand on my neck as his mouth skated down, kissing the hollows of my throat, sucking on my collarbone.
“Like this?” he asked, his voice dark and gravelly. “You want me to take you up against this wall?”
“Yes,” I moaned. Gone. Past caring as long as he kept his hands on me.
Out of control, my brain whispered, but I beat back the dark warnings as his warm hand found my breast and squeezed, his fingers rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
I gasped in pleasure and arched my back to get closer to his body, ignoring the fear that pricked at the surface.
The rules girl in my head stamped her foot and yelled at me. I ignored her.
But even if I wanted to stop right now, I couldn’t. My tongue tangled wildly with his, my hands pulled at his hair, spurring him on, his hand palming my breast and then tugging. Sharp sensations of need went straight to my core.
“Is this what you want? Something quick where we just take what we want and forget each other the next day?”
No. Not that. Not like the way he said it, like it was something dirty.
“Yes, like that,” I whispered against his shoulder, my mouth on his skin, tasting him as my teeth bit down.
About The Author
She’s addicted to all things fantasy, including unicorns and sword-wielding heroes in books. Other fascinations include frothy coffee beverages, dark chocolate, Instagram, Ian Somerhalder (seriously hot), astronomy (she’s a Gemini), Sephora make-up, and tattoos.
She has a degree in English and a Master’s in Education.
When she’s not pecking away on her computer, she shops for cool magnets, paints old furniture, and eats her weight in sushi.
You can stalk her on her website as well as get signed books: http://www.ilsamaddenmills.com
Ilsa Madden-Mills’ other books:
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