Thursday, March 30, 2017

Blog Tour: Dirty Filthy Rich Men - Laurelin Paige


Dirty Filthy Rich Men, an all-new sexy, contemporary romance from NYT Bestseller Laurelin Paige is available now!!!


Dirty Filthy Rich Men 
by Laurelin Paige 
Genre: Contemporary Romance

From NYT Bestselling author Laurelin Paige, discover a whole new world filled with sex, love, power, romance and dirty, filthy rich men.
When I met Donovan Kincaid, I knew he was rich. I didn’t know he was filthy. Truth be told, I was only trying to get his best friend to notice me.
I knew poor scholarship girls like me didn't stand a chance against guys like Weston King and Donovan Kincaid, but I was in love with his world, their world, of parties and sex and power. I knew what I wanted—I knew who I wanted—until one night, their world tried to bite me back and Donovan saved me. He saved me, and then Weston finally noticed me, and I finally learned what it was to be in their world.
And then what it was like to lose it.
Ten years later, I’ve found my way back. Back to their world. Back to him.
This time, I’m ready. I've been down this road before, and I know all the dirty, filthy ways Donovan will try and wreck me.
But it’s hard to resist. Especially when I know how much I’ll like it.


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I knew when I read the novella, Dirty Filthy Rich Boys, that this book had the potential to wreck me.  And wreck me it did.  Laurelin Paige takes us one hell of a roller coaster ride with this one.  It’s so different from what I’ve read from her in the past but it still packs the wallop of emotion and drama inherent in her stories.  From start to finish, I couldn’t put this book down.  I was completely immersed and captivated.  It is an adrenaline rush, heart pounding, and addictive story.  And I loved it.

It picks up ten years after the happenings of DFRB.  Sabrina is not quite as na├»ve.  She’s resilient, haunted, reflective and conflicted.  When her path crosses the men from her past, her life takes a dramatic turn.  Weston King is still the golden boy—easy-going, reckless, and flirtatious.  And Donovan Kincaid is still the dark god—intense, ruthless, and commanding.  The two men pull at Sabrina’s attention, each demanding it in their own way.  But her desires cannot be denied and there’s just one man that feeds her fantasies more than the other.  The chemistry between Donovan and Sabrina is scorching.  The character development in this book is superb.  All of the main characters have beautifully crafted backstories that explain their strengths and weaknesses.  The secondary characters add an additional depth and layer to the story.  I loved the cameos from her other series.

This book is full of feels.  I ran the emotional gamut with this one.  There were points where I was in tears and others were I just wanted to scream in frustration.  A few times I even wanted to throw my Kindle, but that would mean taking my eyes off the pages.  There is definitely drama in this book but its good drama.  You know the kind that leaves you on the edge of your seat, biting your nails because you just can’t wait to see what happens next, your heart racing?  I do think though that there should be a trigger warning though, one of Sabrina’s fantasies may be triggering or disturbing for some.  But that really is my only complaint with the book.  I absolutely loved it.  It’s dirty, it’s filthy and it was absolutely amazing.

Everyone should read this book.  -Peace and Love, Buxom J


After she was gone, I walked over to the windows and drank in the scene. The Town Center was high enough that it had an unblocked view of downtown Manhattan, Brooklyn, and beyond.

Giddiness surged through me, starting like a pinprick at my center and moving out through my veins in all directions until even my fingers and toes felt warm.

I was really here.

I made it.

It wasn’t the way I thought it would be, but in the end, it still came out of my time at Harvard. I’d always known that connections made the difference in a career, and here I was. Finally. At the top of the world, looking out.

I couldn’t stop grinning.

“It’s incredible, isn’t it?” a male voice came from behind me.

Still smiling, I glanced up and caught his reflection in the window.

And everything disappeared.

The world that had buzzed below, the beautiful scene, the excitement that had unfurled through my body—all of it evaporated and all that existed in its place was a pale, hollow shell of myself and the man in the perfectly tailored suit behind me.

I turned to look at him directly. Our gazes smashed together, and my legs nearly fell out from under me.

“Donovan,” I rasped. It was a miracle that I managed to find enough voice to say that much.

And there was so much more that had to be said. So much more that I hadn’t prepared for. Which was ridiculous since I’d talked to him so many times in my head over the years, practiced so many conversations, but never did he show up out of the blue looking so dastardly handsome in a dark gray three-piece suit, his face rugged with scruff, his eyes hazel and earnest despite the playful smirk on his lips.

I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. I wasn’t even sure how to breathe anymore.

He broke our gaze to nod out the window at the skyline, walking toward me as he said, “I’m sure you found the Empire.”

Though his focus was now on the scenery, I didn’t take my eyes off him as he approached. He didn’t stop until he was right beside me. So close our shoulders would touch if I coughed. Tension ran off him like foam spilling over from a mug of beer. Good tension. Bad tension. I wasn’t sure if there was a difference when it came to Donovan.

Which was why I was screwed if he was here.

Why the hell was he here?

“I thought you were in Tokyo.” I couldn’t stop staring at him. He’d gotten more refined with age, and rougher at the same time. His hair was short and his curls gone, giving him a polished look he lacked before. The lines by his eyes were more defined and his expression seemed harder than I’d remembered. It made him sexier.

As if he was a man who needed to be sexier than the one I knew.

“I came back two months ago,” he said offhandedly. “That’s it right there.” He leaned his face in close to mine as he pointed to the famous structure. “Do you see it?”

Fuck if I cared about the Empire. I was in Donovan Kincaid’s orbit. What else was there in the world?


About the Author:

Laurelin PaigeUSA 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's also a proud member of Mensa International though she doesn't do anything with the organization except use it as material for her bio. She is represented by Rebecca Friedman.

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