Review + Excerpt: Dirty Filthy Rich Men by Laurelin Paige

Posted March 31, 2017 by Jennifer D in 5 Star Reviews, Reviews / 0 Comments

Review + Excerpt: Dirty Filthy Rich Men by Laurelin PaigeDirty Filthy Rich Men by Laurelin Paige
on March 27th, 2017
Pages: 300
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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.

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Dirty Filthy Rich Men by Laurelin Paige

My Thoughts…

I don’t know how Laurelin Paige does it.  I really don’t.  With every book she writes I’m hooked! She just knows how to write amazing characters and she sucks me in to her world EVERY SINGLE TIME!! I just LOVE it!! She is the queen of the Alphas! She always gives us a complex alpha male that comes across all confident and arrogant but when you peel back the layers there’s always something a little deeper.  I always expect the unexpected and I’m never disappointed. This is a must read series and another huge  5 star read for me from Ms Paige!

Sabrina went to Harvard on a scholarship. She wasn’t born with a silver spoon in her mouth and she worked twice as hard to prove she was meant to be there. She has a crush that she would  watch from afar. Never taking it serious she just was content on admiring him. Weston King was full of charm and good looks and had any girl he could want.  She didn’t realize while she was watching Weston, someone was watching her. Donovan Kincaid was an upper classman, teachers aide, and childhood friends with Weston.  He wasn’t like other college students looking for one night stands.  He would just watch and not get involved.  She didn’t know just how he would effect her until it was too late.   Little did she know he’d be the man nobody could measure up to.  The one man that pushed her buttons but protected her when she needed it.  When she is forced to leave after only one year she spends years thinking about the what ifs.

Fast forward ten years and Sabrina is at the top of her game leading a marketing division she comes face to face with Weston.   She hasn’t seem him in in so long and he’s just as beautiful all those years ago.  A weekend of passion is something she could only dream about while in college and when a job offer from him months later brings her from the west coast back to the east coast she never expected to face to face with Donovan. She was content with Weston. He was the safe bet, the nice guy. But Donovan made her feel alive.

How would their work together effect their relationships? Work never seemed so sexy! Sabrina thinks she has things figured out but she has no idea! She thinks she has feelings for Weston but Donovan just brings out things her that she tries to suppress. There is another side to her only he can bring out.   Can Sabrina handle working with them both?  You need to read Dirty Filthy Men to find out!

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Excerpt:

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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