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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.
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.
Excerpt of DIRTY ENGLISH
“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?”
“Yeah.”
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
“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.
About the Author
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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Ilsa Madden-Mills’ other books
Very Bad Things
Very Wicked Beginnings
Very Wicked Things
Very Twisted Things
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