RELEASE DAY LAUNCH: REVIEW AND EXCERPT: Dirty Filthy Fix by Laurelin Paige

From New York Times bestselling author Laurelin Paige, comes a sexy novella in her Fixed Trilogy Series…DIRTY FILTHY FIX, a new novella brought to you by 1001 Dark Nights!

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About DIRTY FILTHY FIX

I like sex. Kinky sex. The kinkier the better.

Every day, it’s all I think about as I serve coffee and hand out business agendas to men who have no idea I’m not the prim, proper girl they think I am.

With a day job as the secretary to one of New York’s most powerful men, Hudson Pierce, I have to keep my double life quiet. As long as I do, it’s not a problem.

Enter: Nathan Sinclair. Tall, dark and handsome doesn’t come close to describing how hot he is. And that’s with his clothes on. But after a dirty, filthy rendezvous, I accept that if we ever see each other again, he’ll walk right by my desk on his way to see my boss without recognizing me.

Only, that’s not what happens. Not the first time I see him after the party. Or the next time. Or the time after that. And as much as I try to stop it, my two worlds are crashing into each other, putting my job and my reputation at risk.

And all I can think about is Nathan Sinclair.

All I can think about is getting just one more dirty, filthy fix.

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Review

Any chance I get to reenter Laurelin Paige’s Fixed world and catch up with my favorite couple, even if it’s only for brief cameos, makes my reading experience that much better and in Dirty Filthy Fix, readers are introduced to associates of Hudson Pierce and Donovan Kincaid, bringing two sinful and sexy settings together, and if Nathan Sinclair and Trish Bisceglia’s relationship is anything like the kinky fuckery that Hudson and Alayna and Donovan and Sabrina engage in, I’m more than happy to be a voyeur in their lives – one who gets a front row seat to every decadent and sensual minute they spend together, especially once Trish realizes that she can’t walk away from Nathan even if she breaks every one of her long established rules.

Trish Bisceglia is one hell of an administrative assistant who is every bit the consummate professional when she’s on the clock, ensuring that her boss and his clients are well taken care of every minute of every day Monday through Friday, but when Saturday night hits, Trish’s professionalism is tossed aside and all of that pent up frustration and energy is expelled in a rather unconventional but mind blowing way, giving her the sexual freedom to be the independent woman she is by watching and participating in all kinds of hot and kinky sex…the kind that gets her off and sets her flying because living her life on her own terms and giving the middle finger to anyone who doesn’t agree with or understand her choices keeps her on her chosen path, not the one society tries to dictate she follow.

It’s clear from the start just how enigmatic and addictive Nathan Sinclair can be, so it’s almost futile for Trish not to submit, at least in some ways, to Nate’s invasion of her life. He seems to know just how to play things with her, never getting upset over her hot/cold demeanor, holding on to his ability to manipulate Trish’s body in delicious ways, which then slowly puts him in the position to immerse himself in both her professional and her personal life more so than she’s ever allowed any other man to do.

Laurelin Paige does a fabulous job of showcasing the two sides of Trish’s personality and as Paige gives a voice to Trish’s feelings on love, sex, and romantic entanglements, readers can’t help but be jealous over the courage and independence that Trish seems to have in spades and long for the ability to take what you want, when you want it, regardless of any pre-established beliefs. The fact that Trish is so stubborn in her views, though, had me shaking my head a few times because it’s more than obvious that her attraction and need for Nate is unlike anything she’s experienced in the last decade, maybe even ever, but her unwillingness to delineate from her chosen path has the power to ruin what appears to be a necessity in her life now that she’s experienced all that Nathan Sinclair is. 

Dirty Filthy Fix is one hell of a ‘dirty, filthy fairytale’ and even though Trish is nothing like Cinderella or her step sisters, Trish definitely knows how to integrate wickedly delicious sexual play in her life and even if she chooses to believe that Nate Sinclair is too Prince Charming-esque for her taste, what she leaves behind for him to find is exactly what proves how right Nate is for her and how one or two nights of dirty, filthy play isn’t nearly enough to get her fix of him.

On a side note, I’ve never witnessed a hotter game of spin the bottle and while I doubt I would ever have the courage to be as open about sex and all of its kinky wonders as the characters in the story are, the way Paige describes that scene makes me want to participate but only in a voyeur capacity because holy man just reading about it made me wish for even a small amount of that kind of sexual freedom, especially if I had the chance to take a turn with Nate Sinclair;)

4.5 Poison Apples

Excerpt

“I’d like a try.” It was the stranger with the green eyes.

Hot damn.

Of course the night would ramp up right when I announced I was leaving. I looked up at him expectantly, but he didn’t approach. I realized he was waiting for my invitation. He was definitely new. Everyone else knew Miss T was one of the most ready and willing participants in the room—to the point where some tried to take advantage of it. I never needed to issue invitations, but I often needed to reinforce boundaries.

“What are you waiting for, then?” I sat up straighter, ignoring Chuck’s grunt of complaint.

The stranger came forward with slow, swaggering steps. When he reached me, he loosened his bowtie a little before lowering himself to one knee at my side. He placed his arm next to mine on the chair, his fingers barely grazing my skin. Goosebumps sprouted up my forearm all the way to my neck, and he hadn’t even bent in to whisper yet.

And then he did. His breath skated over the shell of my ear, and my heart tripped unexpectedly in my chest.

How long had it been since that had happened from just the feel of someone breathing against me?

“I’m going to kiss you one way or another tonight,” he said, low and with such surety a shiver ran down my spine. “It’s your decision whether it’s now or later.”

So. Not just a voyeur then.

He sat back to study my features. My jaw was slack, and I scanned his expression, searching for a hidden motivation. My body tingled from head to toe. I was used to men—strangers—wanting me. I was used to them approaching me. I was used to them telling me how much they desired me.

Why was this man so different?

Maybe it was because those other men always looked everywhere in the room. When their eyes landed on me, I knew I was just one of many options.

This man…

He’d looked around the room. I’d watched him throughout the night. But nothing had interested him. I could tell by the way he was still wearing his jacket, by the way his eyes were only now beginning to dilate as they stared into mine.

He’d studied the room and decided nothing here had interested him but me.

That was definitely not the kink that usually got me off. That was Cinderella-story kind of kink. The fairytale kink with a happy ending was traditional, but a kink all the same—being chased. Being placed on a gilded pedestal. I never wanted to be somebody’s Only One in the Room. I liked having my own space. I liked being able to disappear when I wanted. I liked not having chains or boundaries. I was turning thirty-five soon. I wasn’t a starry-eyed teenager anymore. I knew what I wanted from life and love and relationships and sex. And it wasn’t a pedestal.

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About 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 is represented by Rebecca Friedman.

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