The other Blay twin is back with his own book, and honestly, I loved FITHY ENGLISH better than book 1. Check out my review!
Filthy English (English #2), by Ilsa Madden-Mills
Publish Date: July 11, 2016
Format: e-ARC, provided by TRSOR Promotions
Genre: new adult contemporary romance
To Buy: Amazon
Rating: 5 STARS
(Synopsis) Two weeks before her wedding, Remi Montague’s fiancé drops her faster than a drunken sorority girl in stilettos. Armed with her best friend and a bottle of tequila, she hops a plane to London to drown her sorrows before fall semester begins at Whitman University.
She didn't plan on attending a masquerade party.
She sure didn’t plan on waking up next to the British bad boy who broke her heart three years ago—the devastatingly handsome and naked Dax Blay. Furthermore, she has no clue how they acquired matching tattoos.
Once back at Whitman together, they endeavor to pretend they never had their night of unbridled passion in London.
But that’s damn hard to do when you live in the same house…
If you love romance books, then Filthy English needs to be on your must-read list. It is, after all, Romeo and Juliet at its heart, and what romantic doesn't love the most romantic story in history? The only difference is, I promise, this one doesn't end with both the MCs dead.
Remi has spent way too long with Hartford Wilcox, so when he dumps her two weeks before their wedding, she decides to go on her honeymoon to London with her BFF instead to try and shake him off. Only, she ends up running into Dax Blay - the one man she has spent the past several years trying to forget.
Filthy English was surprisingly emotional and intense. Both Dax and Remi spent this incredible weekend together years ago, and for Remi, that time with him meant something to her. She fell in love with him in just days. But, when that time came to an end, she had to come to terms with the fact that he didn't feel the same way, and it broke her. Years later, Dax can admit that, even though he might not have felt quite the same, he WAS affected by Remi and he never forgot her, even for a second.
The sexual tension between Remi and Dax was almost tangible. They were absolutely fiery together, and their attempts at fighting their attraction only heightened that mood. But, when they finally gave in... wow. It was awesome.
But, as true love never runs smooth, neither do things between Dax and Remi. You can't erase several years of misunderstanding and hurt in a week. And the circumstances that lead them back home to the states, and back to school... and living in the same house... only exacerbate the issues between them. Both Remi and Dax are miserable, and that absolutely comes out on the pages. This was an incredible book by Ilsa Madden-Mills, and I sincerely hope this is not the last we've seen of the Blay brothers.
Without much thought except for comfort, instinctively I pressed myself against him, fitting into his arms as easy as breathing. He leaned against the brick wall of the neighboring building and wrapped me up, sensing my need to be grounded.
I don’t know how long we stood like that—maybe a minute, maybe five—but soon our breaths were in sync; the rise and fall of his chest in perfect accord with mine.
One of his hands traced down my spine and then up. He outlined my shoulder blades with his fingertips. His hands drifted to my hips then caressed back up to my hair, massaging my scalp.
But what had started as an innocent hug changed.
Fire licked my skin everywhere he touched. Of their own accord, my hands slid down to his waist and teased the line where his jeans rested on his hips. I went further, my fingers toying with the V at his hip until I felt him harden against me.
Lips brushed the top of my hair. “Remi . . . look at me,” he said, his voice raspy.
If you look up, you’re going to kiss him . . .
I tilted my head up and his mouth fused with mine in an instant.
Insistent. Wild. Hot. Yes! This is what I needed.
I groaned, and my hands rushed to his shoulders and dug in.
He was wrong—terribly wrong—for me, but it felt so right.
I felt wonderfully alive, revved up, as if I could crush a car with my bare hands, or push Dax against the wall and fuck him senseless. I recognized the feeling for what it was—an I almost-died-and-now-I-want-to-experience-life feeling.
“Wait,” he breathed as I ran my hand under his shirt. “It’s adrenaline. You’ve been through a trauma. You don’t really want this—”
“Shhh.” I lifted his shirt and kissed his chest, my tongue flicking over his nipple. “You taste like every good thing I’ve ever wanted.”
His taut restraint snapped, and he swayed into me. “God, I can’t tell you no.”
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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