Monday, 30 July 2018

Blog Tour: Laurelin Paige's "Dirty Sexy Player (Dirty Games Duet #1)."

The Hopeless Romantics Book Blog are pleased to be part of the Blog Tour for Laurelin Paige's "Dirty Sexy Player (Dirty Games Duet #1)."


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.

Review: Jo 

OMG!! What a fabulous but also extremely frustrating ending. I feel like I'm bursting at the seams, desperate to know what happens next for Elizabeth and Weston. "Dirty Sexy Player" contained all of the elements that I love from a Laurelin Paige book. It was sexy, swoon-worthy and sensational. This marriage of convenience romance was my kind of read and I loved every single chapter. I was pretty much hooked from the moment Elizabeth first met Weston. 

"I vowed right then I would never, ever get a maid if it meant 
that I could do dishes with Elizabeth Dyson forever." 

One of the things I loved the most about the book was Weston's character development. When I first met him, he was the usual cocky playboy, never staying with a girl for long and shying away from any sort of commitment. By the time I reached the final chapters, Weston had turned into a soppy, loved up, soon-to-be groom. He made my heart melt. I also loved Elizabeth. She was someone who appeared to be so confident and strong, but was in need of a gorgeous man to help guide her through her family business. Weston came along just at the right time. The pair truly were a match made in heaven and the progression of their relationship made me so happy. Elizabeth and Weston also made one hell of a smokin' hot couple. They were insanely sexy together, unable to keep their hands off one another for long. Get the fan plugged in and the cold shower running for this book, you are gonna need it! 

"We reached for each other like we were starving 
and a kiss was the only thing that would nourish and bring us back to life." 

If you love a passionate romance that is filled with heat and also don't mind a cliffhanger ending, don't miss out on this book. Bring on the final book in the duet. I cannot wait! 

"I don't want you to ever let me go. I want to serve all my days beside you as your queen." 

"Dirty Sexy Player" gets ❤️❤️❤️❤️ from me! 


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. 


"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... 


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.


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.


Twitter: @LaurelinPaige

Never miss an update! Subscribe to Laurelin’s mailing list:

No comments:

Post a Comment