Thursday, October 15, 2015

Blog Tour: Dirty English by Ilsa Madden-Mills


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Meet Declan and Elizabeth in Ilsa Madden-Mills
new fighter romance!


★★ PURCHASE Dirty English Today!★★

**Dirty English is a modern love story inspired by Pride and Prejudice**

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.

4 Star Review by Lisa Kane

dirty english cover.jpg"I'm not going to judge myself on the past. I don't live there anymore."

Elizabeth Bennett is a college student at Whitman University. For the most part she studies, works and that's about it. Two years ago, on the night of her prom, her boyfriend, Colby Scott did the unthinkable. After a night of partying and some drugs, she was violated in the most disgusting ways. She became ostracized and the subject of jokes and ridicule. Her life was so horrible that she turned to self abuse. But its two years later and she will not let him rule her life. But that night has lasting repercussions-she enjoys lots of one night stands-but there will never be repeats. The only people she opens herself up to are her friends Blake and Shelley. They know the truth and are fiercely protective of her. 

Most people said she was stuck-up. Some guys even claimed she'd shagged them in her room and then had never spoken to them again. 

Deacon Blay has just moved into the place next to Elizabeth. He is gorgeous, has that freshly jumped out of bed look and is a British bad boy. He also has a fondness for Pride and Prejudice, a favorite of his late mum's. He fights in underground matches to get money for his gym he just bought. He wants to get it up and running. MMA is his life and he is going to fulfill his dreams. He had his ego crushed recently when his long time girlfriend, Nadia, cheated on him with a guy named Donatello. (as in the Ninja Turtles) 

Her manipulations had failed, and I'd dumped her. To borrow a saying from my dead mum, she was all fur coat and no knickers. 

These two meet up at a party and the chemistry is there, they both feel it. 

That's a beautiful name," I said, "the way it rolls off my tongue."
"It's Gaelic and means full of goodness. Ironic since most call me trouble."

While Elizabeth wants a hook up, Deacon isn't interested in just that. His twin brother Dax is there and knows just how bad things can get for Deacon.These two brothers are as different as two siblings can be. 

I sighed, half annoyed, half glad to see him. Polar opposites, he was the happy-go-lucky one who partied while I was the serious one who dreamed of teaching mixed martial arts at my own gym and maybe getting a run at the UFC.

But as Elizabeth and Deacon get to know one another, they find they have much in common. But Deacon needs to break out from his father's expectations and Elizabeth is getting pulled back into the trailer trash life of her mother and her latest scumbag boy friend. 

Things heat up but will Elizabeth shut them down just as quickly? Will Colby be flushed out from some dark corner because of Elizabeth's mother? Can you ever really escape your past? 

"I got you, Elizabeth. Let me take care of you. Let me be the one you run to. We can figure it all out together."

There is a ton going on in this book. Hot alpha males, heartbreaking lessons to be learned and steamy sex that will make your e-reader sizzle. I'm thinking that Deacon's sexy, fun loving brother Dax is due to find his own HEA. 

I came up for air. "It's you, always you, my Mr. Darcy."

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“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?”
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.

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About the Author
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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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Twitter: @ilsamaddenmills

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