Tuesday, March 28, 2017




Dirty Filthy Rich Men by Laurelin Paige 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.

Ms. Paige, we need to talk.

I love your words, your characters, the stories you tell, the hot sex you write...all of it. When I have a new book by you on my Kindle, all is right in my world...especially if I also have wine.

However, I am not the biggest fan of the cliffhangers. You know, the ones that make me press the next button on my Kindle praying the the 100% in the status bar is a cruel joke. The ones that make me YELL at the characters, consider throwing my Kindle, and generally cry while reading (and drinking more wine).

Donovan, Weston and Sabrina started their story in college. We see a little of them in Dirty Filthy Rich Boys, which was released as a novella but also is in the front of this book, so all is good there.

We see more of all of them in Dirty Filthy Rich Men. A lot more. And we like it.

There are parts of this book that are a little dark, that touch on and explore the things about us that maybe are not the easiest to admit...and there is a scene in which Sabrina realizes that if she is not fully honest the moment is lost. I can't get into it because, spoilers...but it is amazing, it is intense, and it is vintage Laurelin Paige, to take a moment that could be scary and turn it into compelling literature, the kind of literature that makes you wonder if you could be that brave in the same situation.

Weston is the safe choice, the guy you bring home to mom, the one who makes you think you can have all of the things in life, the ones you are supposed to want, to strive for. The things that, when you achieve them, you have success, you are successful.

Donovan is the one who is in the shadows, so to speak. The one you whisper about, the one where nothing feels safe when you are with him. How do you pick? How do you know what is right? Do you follow your heart, your mind, something else?

Sabrina is torn, well, for a little while, between the head and the heart, the logic and the passion, the desire and the rationalization of what she should want. And, she struggles with the idea of having what she wants and what she should want in more ways than just in deciding what man she wants in her life...but that is a journey best explored without spoilers.

The actual writing, for a second as it is a book and we need to discuss the writing. It is precise, and it is really strong, which I have come to expect from Ms. Paige. And, there is an area in which she uses a fade to black which is not a common choice for her, but I thought that doing this within the construction of the story was the perfect way to handle the situation as it was presented...especially as those events had to happen for the rest of the story to work. Again, no spoilers, you will know what I mean when you read it.

The cliffhanger...I am stealing my reaction to it from my friend Lauren, as she summed it up perfectly, is diabolical. In where it leaves us; in where it leaves the characters; in the questions it throws our way by presenting answers to questions we had, but in such a way that the answering of those questions leaves us with more, not fewer, questions we are dying to ask. (See what I mean about diabolical??)

As always, Ms. Paige leaves me wanting more: more of the book, more of the next book and more stars with which to rate the current book.


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? 




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About the Author:

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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