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A scarred fighter.
A girl with rules.
One night of unbridled passion.
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.
Excerpt of DIRTY ENGLISH
“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?”
“Yeah.”
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.
New York Times and USA
Today best-selling author Ilsa Madden-Mills writes about strong heroines
and sexy alpha males that sometimes you just want to slap.
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.
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Ilsa Madden-Mills’ other books:
VERY BAD THINGS
VERY WICKED BEGINNINGS
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VERY WICKED THINGS
VERY TWISTED THINGS
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