BLOG TOUR: REVIEW AND EXCERPT: DIRTY FILTHY RICH LOVE by Laurelin Paige

Dirty Filthy Rich Love by Laurelin Paige

Release Date: September 11th

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Blurb

I’ve discovered Donovan Kincaid’s secret.

It’s dirty and filthy and rich – as dirty and filthy and rich as he is – and it haunts me as much as he ever did.

Even after knowing what I know now, I still want to talk to him, to touch him. But there’s an ocean between us, and I’m not sure it can be crossed with something as easy as a phone call or a plane ride.

Yet I’m willing to try.

He doesn’t know this yet, but this time I’m the one with the power. And maybe – just maybe – if the air were cleared and all our secrets bared, there could still be a chance for us.

And this dirty, filthy thing between us might end up being love after all.

Review

Heading into part two of Sabrina and Donovan’s duet, there was a litany of unfinished business to attend to – truths that needed to be said…secrets that needed to be revealed…indulgences that needed to be explored. It was clear that Donovan had overstepped and Sabrina had felt played by the man who both saved and hurt her, but what wasn’t clear was if they could fix what he had broken by running away and controlling her life in ways that she never could have fathomed if the evidence wasn’t laid out in front of him.

And at the heart of it all…at the center of everything Sabrina and Donovan represent to each other and everything that this duet signifies is a series of potentially unanswerable questions – ones that deal with the abstract concept of love and the real possibility that even though crossing boundaries, manipulating situations, and obsessing over every single aspect of another person’s life may be seen as abnormal, those actions are what bring Sabrina into herself and offer Donovan a way to deal with his compulsions in a way that proves what Sabrina means to him, even if no one else understands.

The psychological warfare that occurs in Dirty Filthy Rich Love is perfectly written; both Donovan and Sabrina are complex characters who cannot truly capture in words only how deeply they are imbedded in one another’s souls. But it’s even more than that because their fixation on each other makes them act, especially Donovan, in ways that society in general would not deem as acceptable; yet, Sabrina can’t help but see Donovan’s actions for something other than deranged and stalkerish, which is quite the anomaly when it comes to how much he interfered in her life.

As an outsider looking in on the relationship that Donovan and Sabrina share, starting with how they came together in the first place, I’m not sure I can recognize their relationship as a healthy one, but Laurelin Paige shapes their connection in such a way that even if their words and actions seem illogical, it works for who they are and what they have come to mean to one another, so I can’t judge them because when it comes to love, people say and do things that overstep in a multitude of ways; their sins just remain concealed while Donovan’s exposed.

For much of the story, I was simply a voyeur trying to wrap my head around the reasons for Donovan’s compulsions, but because readers were not privy to his perspective, I felt unprepared to evaluate him, which, in a way, left me feeling like I couldn’t truly understand the whys and hows of his manipulative actions. But the fact that Paige shows and dissects Sabrina’s thought process when it comes to Donovan’s revelations and her subsequent choices, I could understand why Sabrina chose to stand by him instead of run away from him and even though most women would not, it’s been clear from the start of the duet that Sabrina Lind is NOT most women and Donovan Kincaid is definitely NOT most men!

4.5 Poison Apples

Excerpt

He took another step toward me, and I started to step back, but there was a counter behind me, so I had to stay put. And maybe I wanted to stay put. He was only a foot and a half away from me now.

“But I haven’t lied to you, Sabrina.” His gaze never left mine. “And I’m not lying when I say I don’t give a fuck about anybody else’s cunt but yours.”

We stood there, not touching, not speaking, each of us standing our ground. But I had no basis to keep my position, and it felt like he’d won so much already.

I couldn’t back down.

“Prove it,” I said.

His expression flared, his eyes growing dark and mean, and I realized what I’d done. Donovan wasn’t one to be provoked.

I’d just invited the devil out to play.

“Unzip your skirt and put your hands on the counter behind you.”

My heart hammered and my belly twisted. My panties were embarrassingly drenched all of a sudden, and I wanted him. But I stood completely still. “I didn’t—”

He cut me off. “No talking and unzip your skirt.”

My mouth slammed shut, but I still didn’t move. If I moved, I’d be asking for this. But if I talked, I’d be telling him to stop.

And I didn’t want this to stop.

I just didn’t want to ask for it because I was stubborn and stupid for wanting him in the first place.

But he would give it to me without the words, without my obedience. Because he knew me. He knew what I needed.

With his eyes never leaving mine, he found the zipper at the side of my waist and pulled it down. After that, the skirt was loose enough that all he had to do was tug it once and it fell easily to my feet. He nudged his knee against my inner leg, and automatically I stepped that foot out of the pool of material on the floor, widening my stance.

He gave a nod of praise, sending a jolt of warmth through my entire body.

Then he bent down in front of me.

Suddenly, breathing was harder than it should have been. My chest moved up and down, air passed through my mouth, but I couldn’t get enough of it to my lungs.

And he hadn’t even touched me yet.

The sight of him alone—Donovan Kincaid, one of the most powerful men in the world, down on his knees in his black Ermenegildo Zegna suit—it was overwhelming and erotic, and by the time he put his hand at the back of my knee, I was already trembling.

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