Dirty English by Ilsa Madden-Mills
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.
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 a warehouse 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 my 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.
Dirty English was an amazing book! I have read every book by lIsa Madden-Mills, and once again, she rocked it! This is definitely getting added to my list of favorite books. Ever since I read the blurb for this book, I knew it was going to be one of my favorites. I felt like I was part of the story with these characters, feeling everything and experiencing it with them. I loved Elizabeth and Declan. They are definitely two of my favorite characters. I loved every minute of it and applaud lIsa for another amazing job!
Elizabeth is smart, beautiful, always in control and lives by a set of carefully created rules. She has been scarred from her past by a guy that promised her everything and anything she’d ever want, but she never expected for him to betray her in the worst way; emotionally and physically. She’s a hard-working college student who keeps to herself, avoiding commitment with the opposite sex, because she knows better than anyone, that being in love isn’t everything.
“Love is a knife that cuts out your heart piece by piece, feeding it to the boy you love. Broken in more ways than one, I vowed to never fall again.”
But then she meets her sexy, British neighbor, Declan. His reputation at school is reason enough to stay away from him, but after he saves her from a party, everything she thought about love and sex dissipate. She knew from that moment on, Declan was going to make her want things she doesn’t normally want.
“Big moments happen with the smallest of actions, and sometimes it’s not until later we connect the dots, but in that instant, I knew that somehow, someway Declan was going to own my heart. It terrified me and excited me all at the same time.”
As the story progresses, Elizabeth realizes she can’t keep her feelings buried anymore, but she knows that Declan is a fighter and the scars from her past run deep and she doesn’t know if she can handle it.
“It happened for me just as the wind caught his dark hair and ruffled it, and in that tiny millisecond, the carefree way he smiled, the way he held the steering wheel with strong hands, the way he sent me a little searching glance as if gauging my reaction- it was enough to make me second guess everything.
Then we have Declan. Oh my god, I freaking love him! He’s sweet, sexy and a British street fighter! From the minute Declan set his eyes on Elizabeth, he knew he was in trouble. He instantly felt connected to her. He could tell right away that Elizabeth was broken and he wanted to help put her back together again.
“You have wounds. Deep ones. I see that. You’re living in the past with no hope for the future, but you do have hope. I saw it when you talked about your jewelry. I saw it when I made love to you. Just- open your heart. Let me in.”
Declan knows that he’s not good enough for Elizabeth. He knows that she’s got some things going on but he can’t help the attraction and connection he has to her. There’s something about her and he wants her.
“I’ve known since the frat party that we have a connection. There’s a magnet in my chest that’s drawn to yours. Maybe it was lust at first sight. Maybe it was the vulnerable way you looked at me, but mostly, it- it was the dragonfly. This feeling … it’s crazy and I can’t define it, but I think- I think I’m falling for you.”
Not only is Declan sweet and caring, he’s also does his fair share of dirty-talking.
“I’m the guy who’s going to take you up against this wall. I’m going to bury my cock in you and own your body and you’re going to love it. But I’m not going to hurt you. Ever.”
I absolutely loved this book. I loved watching the connection and attraction between Elizabeth and Declan. I enjoyed every single word and this is definitely going on my favorites list!
The quality of writing was great. The story was well-written and very enjoyable to read. The story kept me interested and I loved every word. lIsa Madden-Mills has done another amazing job and I hope she writes a book for Declan’s brother, Dax!!
5 Diamonds for this amazing story!!
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