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Laurelin Paige’s all-new contemporary romance, DIRTY SEXY PLAYER is NOW AVAILABLE!

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Available in audio first, New York Times best-selling author Laurelin Paige’s newest red-hot romance!

Weston King knows how to play. But wild nights and owning an extensive collection of women’s panties don’t carry the thrill they once did, so when his business partner Donovan suggests an outrageous plan to allow them to take over their competition, Wes takes him up on the offer. The crazy idea? Marry the competitor.

Elizabeth Dyson, the bride-to-be in question, is on board with the plan. She wants access to her trust fund and can only get it once she marries. Each has something the other wants – all they have to do is pretend to like each other well enough to tie the knot.

Only trouble is, playing fiancé to Elizabeth isn’t quite that simple. Wes finds her sexy and brilliant…and soon wishes their engagement wasn’t fake at all. Not that he’d ever tell her that.

But a lover boy like Wes can only stand an empty bed for so long…and even the best of players has to put down his cards eventually.

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Emma-Louise’s 5 Star Review on behalf of KFF

Weston King and Elizabeth Dyson like you never got the chance to see them in the Dirty duet. From the very moment I discovered that this author was going to be releasing a duology about this pair, I just knew from the pit of my stomach that it was going to be combustible and totally off the charts hot. Like hotter than the sun hot. You can’t set up a fake business marriage and not have the plans turn inside out and upside down.

If you have read the Dirty duet, you’re well aware of how devious and despising Donovan can be, and believe you me he doesn’t change his tune at all. This story runs in the same timeline as the previous story and there are a lot of scenes that readers of the previous books will recognise as they were also in the other duology set from another point of view. Like so many stories before this, but unlike some of those, this doesn’t feel like a do-over. The feel is different; there’s more ambience and more emotion. More heat and emotion.

‘One week to try and forget how incredible our night had been.
But how did you forget a night that was unforgettable?’

The relationship between Weston and Elizabeth is hugely impacted by other characters in this mess of a tale. The confusion over why others would be so interested in the real status of their relationship weighed heavily on me most of the time. How could someone who has been around for so many years as a friend suddenly appear so calculating and black-hearted? Which we know they can be, but how much of their soul are they willing to give away for the betterment of their own portfolio? Alternatively, is all this venom about protecting someone as close as family from being hurt? I’ll let you decide that one when you read this little goldmine of iniquity.

“It’s not for keeps, you know.”
“I don’t gather that it’s really any of your business.”
“Oh, my dear, but it is my business. This who arrangement has been my business.”

The most interesting scenes of all were the ones with Weston’s parents, which left no room for imagination about how Weston felt about them and why it was the way it was with his parents.

Polar opposites though is Elizabeth, she is close to her family and avidly wants to spend time with them; whereas Weston couldn’t be any more rabid with his avoidance. This made me wonder how such a wonderfully open and friendly person such as Weston could be so hateful and spiteful.

Do not be surprised to learn that this book like the previous duet, ends in a cliffhanger, and as much as I hate cliffhangers, this one had to end the way it did. How else would the door be left open for the sequel!

EXCERPT

 

I looked at the windows past him, trying to distract myself. Lights flashed and swirled around the dance floor in time to the beat, the only part of the music which made it into the sanctuary of the bubble room. I could tell it was crowded, but I couldn’t make out faces the way they could probably make out ours. “I don’t know if anyone’s looking,” I said.

“Don’t worry about them. Just focus on what you’re doing.”

Easy for him to say. He wasn’t facing them. He was only looking at me.

Nope. I couldn’t think about that either. Just had to focus on the task at hand.

I closed my eyes. “So just pretend that I… That we are… That under my dress…” I couldn’t even say it.

Weston leaned forward and murmured near my ear. “Yes, pretend that under your dress you are not wearing any panties. I have my dick out. I’m working you, and you are showing me exactly how you like it. Now go.”

Just like that, my panties were damp.

I didn’t know if he was saying those things to loosen me up or to get a rise out of me, either was possible.

Whatever his intent, it did the trick. He set the scene. I felt my face flush like the women in the videos as I imagined him rubbing his crown against my slit before nudging his tip inside and then burying himself to the hilt.

I opened my mouth in a silent gasp, acting out how I was sure it would feel. Good. It would feel so good.

This was so…weird. So hot and sexy and arousing and weird.

I wondered if he was feeling it too, feeling turned on, or if it was just me. It wasn’t like I could ask though, and knowing probably wouldn’t help my performance anyway.

So I concentrated on me. Focused on the task.

“Do I move or something?” I bucked my hips forward and felt the friction against my crotch as it rubbed the fly of his pants.

Mmm.

“Yeah,” he said breathlessly. “That’s good. That motion. Just like that.”

“Okay. Okay.” I rocked against him again, and again, my hips tilting back and forth, my clit brushing against his fly. Every time, stroking and kindling a fire in a fireplace I hadn’t had cleaned for some time. I spread my thighs a little wider and braced my knees against the bench so I could swing my pelvis all the way forward, in and out, in and…

Oh.

I froze. “Is that—?” But I didn’t have to ask. There was most definitely a fat, thick ridge pressed against the crotch panel of my panties. I guess that answered the question of whether he was feeling it too.

My eyes flew open. “Oh my God!”

“Look,” he said, ready to defend himself. “There’s an extremely attractive woman sitting on my lap. I cannot help what happens to my cock. It has a mind of its own.”

A really big mind of its own.

 

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

With over 1.5 million books sold world wide, Laurelin Paige is a New York Times, Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestselling Author. She 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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DIRTY SEXY GAMES (Dirty games #2) NOW AVAILABLE for pre-order ON ALL VENDORS!!

coming November 12th

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