Friday, 22 April 2016

Blog Tour: Kylie Scott's Dirty (Dive Bar #1)."

The Hopeless Romantics Book blog are pleased to be a part of the Blog Tour for Kylie Scott's Dirty (Dive Bar #1)."
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The last thing Vaughan Hewson expects to find when he returns to his childhood home is a broken hearted bride in his shower, let alone the drama and chaos that comes with her.

Lydia Green doesn't know whether to burn down the church or sit and cry in a corner. Discovering the love of your life is having an affair on your wedding day is bad enough. Finding out it's with his best man is another thing all together. She narrowly escapes tying the knot and meets Vaughan only hours later.

Vaughan is the exact opposite of the picture perfect, respected businessman she thought she'd marry. This former musician-turned-bartender is rough around the edges and unsettled. But she already tried Mr. Right and discovered he's all wrong-maybe it's time to give Mr. Right Now a chance.

After all, what's wrong with getting dirty?

Review: Surj

It's been a whole year since I've read a Kylie Scott book and the minute I turned the page and started reading "Dirty," I suddenly realised how much I'd missed this woman's work. No one writes books quite like this author that's for sure and right from the word go, as much as a little part of my heart was breaking, I couldn't stop that big ass grin from spreading across my face. And then... well then I couldn't stop laughing at what was unfolding before my very eyes. The visuals in my head were clear as day and I just knew from that moment on, that this was going to be a book that would be full to the brim with side splitting humour. I wasn't wrong. 

"Something you need to know before tonight."
"What's that?"
"I put out on the first date," he told me straight faced. "That ok with you?"
"I'm counting on it. I mean... it would be have been so awkward if you expected 
me to respect you for your mind or something. Yikes, how embarrassing. 
I'm really only interested in getting in your pants." 

Lydia Green had her future all mapped out. She was marrying the perfect man. She had the perfect job and even had the perfect house. She had all the boxes ticked and  I'd go so far as to say, she was living the dream.... until she wasn't. Doing a runner on what should have been one of the happiest day of her life wasn't part of the plan. Running the gauntlet to find a place to hide out wasn't part of the equation either. Being found hiding behind a shower curtain in a bath tub by a very hot and very naked stranger... well I'd say that was priceless!!! 

"You've got drama too?" A shrug.
"Doesn't everyone?"
"A side effect of breathing, I guess." He smiled. 

The way "Dirty" started off really did set the tone for the rest of Lydia and Vaughan's story. Told from Lydia's POV, I absolutely loved being inside her head. Her thought processes and inner monologue were brilliant and the humour she brought to the table really was the icing on the cake. Couple that with the swoon worthy connection she shared with Vaughan and this was already a great read. Vaughan Hewson's character was equally fab. He was all sexy and tattoo'd and handsome and a rock star (well sort of!!!). Okay so I'm not so shallow as to just talk about his looks. Vaughan Hewson was also quite the gentleman. He was so kind and caring when it came to Lydia and really helped her overcome all she had been through. I loved seeing his feelings for her grow and vice versa. What developed between these two took root very quickly and turned into something pretty darn special. 

If he needed it, I'd fuck the fear of death out of him,
chase away the hurt of old memories. 

The deep seated connection between Vaughan and Lydia was a joy to read. These two looked out for each other. They had one another's back and be damned if someone tried to hurt the other. Equally they shared this chemistry that made them so perfect for one another. They just jelled and the banter they shared, the come backs and quick retorts... well that definitely made for entertaining reading. 

I loved the originality of the story line for "Dirty." I loved meeting the new characters which I'm sure will all get their own stories at some point. Equally, I loved rubbing shoulders with some of the old gang, although trust me, this really wasn't about Stage Dive in any way, shape or form. They may have made cameo appearances but only briefly. This really was Lydia and Vaughan's story in it's own right. 

The french refer to an orgasm as the little death. However that didn't cover it. 
Try the mass murder of all my hopes and dreams. 

This was a great start to a brand new series for Kylie Scott. It had all the signature qualities we all love about this author's work with a story that made for a refreshing change to what I'm used to reading. I can't wait to get more from the "Dive Bar" gang. 

I rated "Dirty" ❤️❤️❤️❤️

“Once upon a time,” he began, voice low and measured. “There was a princess. A beautiful, occasionally annoying princess.”

“What was her name?”

“Ah, Notlydia.”

I frowned. “Her name is Notlydia?”

“You wanted a story, I’m giving you one. Shut up.”


An even heavier sigh from the man. “Anyhoo, Notlydia was all set up to marry this prince. We’ll call him Prince Bag of Dicks.”

“Works for me.”

“But on the day of her wedding, when she was wearing this sweet dress that served her tits up like they were a fucking platter—”

“Is this an R-rated story?”

“Please,” he said, sliding an arm around my bare waist. And I let him. “R is for rubbish. If you don’t get to see any penetration then you’re wasting your time. This is XXX.”

I laughed.

“So on the day of her wedding to Prince Bag of Dicks, Notlydia kisses him and he turns into a big slimy two-headed toad with terrible breath and even worse foot odor.”

“Whoa.” I rested my head back against his shoulder. “Poor Notlydia.”

“Hell of a plot twist, right?”

“Never saw that one coming.”

“Mm.” He rested his cheek against the top of my head.

“What happens next?”

“Well, she’s completely freaked out, of course.”

“Of course.”

“And she takes off into the woods. She’s running through bushes, jumping fences, climbing trees, you name it. Nothing’s going to stop her from getting the hell away from that toad, Prince Bag of 

Dicks.” He took a sip of beer. “Unfortunately, she loses her fancy dress along the way. She’s just down to some skimpy underwear and a corset and with all that jogging through the forest, it’s barely holding her in. One decent breath and there’s going to be nipple out there for all the world to see. 

Did I happen to mention she’d been voted Best Rack in the kingdom four years running? Anyway, eventually she finds this small cottage. Now, what you don’t know about Notlydia is that she has a shady past.”I tried to look up at him. But with the angle, all I got was stubble and cheekbone. “That doesn’t sound like Notlydia.”

“Be quiet.” A hand covered my mouth. “Notlydia’s a dirty, dirty girl. Got a bad side like you wouldn’t believe. A little breaking and entering is nothing to her. So into the house she goes. But she’s all muddy from running through the woods, see? She can’t let people see her like this, she’s a princess, for fuck’s sake.”

The hand remained over my mouth. Which was fine, I had nothing to add to his pornographic fairy tale.

“Notlydia gets in the shower and starts soaping herself. There’s lots of bubbles and steam, and she’s a modern woman so there’s a bit of self-love. She even finds time to wash her hair, shave under her pits. Things like that. But then the owner of the cottage wakes up and hears the water running. He stomps into the bathroom saying, someone’s using up my hot water. Notlydia cries out, not me, not me.”

He craned his neck, meeting my gaze. “See, babe, what did I tell you? That Notlydia is a filthy little liar.”

I looked up to heaven. No help was forthcoming.

“Someone’s using up all my soap, says the owner. Not me, not me, cries Notlydia.” He put his lips next to my ear. “She should be ashamed of herself, shouldn’t she? If ever a busty princess deserved a spanking.”

I bit at the palm of his hand, teeth catching at the fleshy mound beneath his thumb.

“Ow.” He laughed, pulling his hand free. “Then the owner said, someone’s been fingering herself in my shower.”

“Stop!” I put my hands over my ears, trying desperately to hold in my laughter. “This is the worst story ever. The Brothers Grimm are rolling over in their graves.”

“Notlydia throws back the shower curtain and says, oh yeah, big boy, that was me. Come and get it. And they have wild sex all over the cottage.” Vaughan’s body jerked beneath mine as he laughed his ass off. “The end.”

“No way. Notlydia is virtuous and pure. She’d never pull that sort of shit.”

“Nah.” He chuckled. “It all happened exactly as I said. Dirtiest princess in all the land.”

“Like hell. The owner of that cottage was a pervert and a deviant. Why, he would have picked the lock on a chastity belt. She never stood a chance.” Difficult to maintain my pious stance, given I’d started laughing so hard tears were pouring down my cheeks. The funny bastard. “I want to know more about this cottage owner. What’s his name?”

“I don’t know. Let me think . . .” He rested his chin back on top of my head. “He definitely isn’t Prince Charming.”

“He could be!”


“If he wanted to. Or not. Whatever,” I added weakly. Crap. “Let’s go back to not talking.”

I was a moron.

We’d been all relaxed and laughing. Me and my idiot mouth. Way to go, Lydia. Just shout out any old impossible daydream to the dude who’s made it clear there was no future “we.” If someone could just direct me to the nearest brick wall, I’d knock a little sense into myself.On the other hand, it was two stupid words. Surely he could have ignored the last hundred years of Disney perpetuating slick-haired young royals gallivanting around the countryside saving hot babes in distress. For the sake of getting along. God knows, Chris never had any problems ignoring or placating me. I’d seen his thoughtless gorgeous smile aimed my way a hundred times. No, a thousand. If only I’d recognized it for what it was.

Ugh. Just the thought of it made me want to punch the douche all over again.

Maybe I needed a bit more than a week to get over that catastrophe. The money would help. Substantially. I’d never imagined that compromising my morals and taking hush money from such foul woe-begotten assholes would feel so good. Maybe I should sell out more often.

“This, ah, this Prince Charming of yours,” he said haltingly.


Vaughan shifted beneath me, pushing out a heavy breath. “I mean, it doesn’t make sense, does it? Why would he be in a cottage instead of a castle?”

“Well . . . his parents, the king and queen of the neighboring kingdom, died in a terrible accident.” 

I stayed perfectly still, waiting to see how he’d react.

“I see.”

“And it hurt him so bad he just, he didn’t want to be a prince anymore.”

Nothing from him.

“Bad things happen in fairy tales sometimes.”

A grunt.

“It’s not fair, but it happens,” I said, feeling my way with more caution than skill. “The prince loved his parents and the castle had too many memories.”


“So he ran away into the woods too.”

“Doesn’t sound like much of a prince if he can’t handle his shit,” he said.

“Princes are just men too, human beings. I don’t think a crown or a penis gives you magical invulnerability to loss and pain.” I stared at the wall, thinking the problem through. “Life is hard. 

Terrible things happen. We all have feelings. We’re all just flesh and blood, trying to do our best.”

“Running away from problems isn’t doing your best.” His voice echoed around the small room, the same as around in my head.

What with holding the Coeur d’Alene title for runaway bride of the year, I had no answer. None at all. So much for my half-assed wisdom.

About the Author:

Kylie is a long time fan of erotic love stories and B-grade horror films. She demands a happy ending and if blood and carnage occur along the way then all the better. Based in Queensland, Australia with her two children and one delightful husband, she reads, writes and never dithers around on the internet.

Kylie is represented by Amy Tannenbaum at the Jane Rotrosen Agency, New York.

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