Dirty Filthy Rich Men, an all-new sexy, contemporary romance from NYT Bestseller Laurelin Paige is LIVE!
Dirty Filthy Rich Men by Laurelin Paige
Publication Date: March 27th, 2017
Genre: Contemporary Romance
From NYT Bestselling author Laurelin Paige, discover a whole new world filled with sex, love, power, romance and dirty, filthy rich men.
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.
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The world and characters that Laurelin Paige constructs in her new Dirty Duet series speak to her ability to create multi-dimensional characters whose contrary characteristics as well as actions indicate that there’s so much more about them than readers know and the thrill of reading about such characters is the fact that the unveiling of their true selves spans the entire text, and even then, readers still feel that they do not truly know or understand who the characters are and why they do the things they do.
Dirty Filthy Rich Men’s setting is one comprised of copious amounts of dirty thoughts, filthy fucking, and rich men who use their money and their power to take what and who they want. Initially, Sabrina Lind doesn’t seem to fit into the world she finds herself in, because even if a decade has passed and she’s learned how to dress for success and prove her intellectual capabilities in the world of business marketing, she’s still that awkward college freshman when it comes to the two men who dominated her thoughts 10 years ago and now seem to do the same thing even if their roles are at opposite ends when it comes to what Sabrina gets/wants from them in the present.
Even after reading book one, Weston King is still a bit of a wildcard. He definitely knows how to play the game when it comes to the opposite sex, but it’s unclear who’s playing whom in this new adventure he’s put himself in, and that’s exactly what adds to the intrigue of the story line because, for some reason that remains uncertain, his role in Sabrina’s life isn’t resolved and still has the propensity to wreak havoc on Sabrina’s head and her heart.
Donovan Kincaid ranks at the top of my list when it comes to anti-heroes who don’t seem to have any redeeming qualities. His asshole tendencies far outweigh any positive attributes he may have suppressed due to the circumstances of his past, and while I get why Sabrina is drawn to him and finds herself trapped in Donovan’s game – one she doesn’t know how to play or even know the rules for – his overall treatment of her and blatant disregard for her feelings at any point in their arrangement left me shaking my head at both of them and struggling to understand Sabrina’s desperate need to torment herself by obsessing over a man who clearly has issues when it comes to his relationships with the opposite sex.
Out of the Weston, Donovan, and Sabrina, she seems to be the most complicated one of the three because even though she portrays herself as a woman who needs safe, nice, and decent, it’s not what she craves, which means that Weston can’t deliver on what Sabrina needs sexually and while Donovan uses the dirty, filthy kink she desires, when he leaves her stripped bare physically and emotionally, the shame and vileness she feels surfaces but it’s still not enough to keep herself away from him, to prevent her from yearning for Donovan’s wickedness and perhaps even his ill treatment of her – it’s a cycle she just can’t seem to break free from…
Donovan and Sabrina’s story sweeps readers up into a whirlwind of emotions as the “Just Sex” couple crave, avoid, and manipulate one another. Donovan is definitely a devilish rogue dressed in business suits with a filthy mouth and kinky taste when it comes to his sexual dalliances. On the surface, Sabrina meshes better with Weston, but it’s made crystal clear that he cannot satisfy the kind of sexual relationship she needs to feel alive and sated and the man who makes her fantasies and even her nightmares come alive is the one man who could possibly be her undoing – that is if she doesn’t destroy him first.
4.5 Poison Apples
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 the Author
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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