Blurb:
Dirty
A poem by Blaire Leon
If sex is dirty, why would I do it with someone
I love?
If sex is dirty, then didn’t we all come from
the dirt?
What if I like the dirt?
What if I want to get dirty?
What if I want to roll in the mud until I’m so
fucking filthy that I’ll never be clean again?
When twenty-five-year-old graduate assistant Caiden Brenner
asked Blaire Leon how old she was, she said she was a senior. He chose to
believe she meant in college. They connect over Lord Byron’s Don
Juan and, as their conversations become increasingly thicker with
sexual innuendo, Caiden finds himself obsessing over a totally off-limits
undergrad who’s bold, beautiful, brilliant, and one of the most passionate
poets he’s ever met.
But it turns out Blaire hasn't been totally honest. She's the
seventeen-year-old valedictorian of her high school class, taking courses at
Sierra State while awaiting her acceptance to Stanford.
Will Caiden get too deeply into Blaire to back away before he
finds out the truth? Or will their connection be enough to seduce him into
risking his entire future on Jail Bait?
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My Review
"When I fuck you, it's going to be someplace where I can savor it and make it last. It's going to be somewhere I can make you come, over and over and over."
I devoured this book. This is not a book for everyone because it is taboo. The heroine is underage and the hero is in his mid 20s. But that being said, Caiden and Blaire together was off the charts hot. I expected this book to be full of sex, maybe not much of a story line. But I was so wrong. Yes there is a lot of sex, sex with different people... But there is a story and emotions behind this story, too.
I think what I love about books like this, is that they help remind us that falling in love is not black and white. There are so many different shades of gray in between.
"What if I love outside the lines? Will Society turn his back on me? Would that be a bad thing?"
Caiden and Blaire may be wrong for each other in a matter of numbers, but their souls are the same. I adored this book. I loved Caiden and Blaire. My heart broke for their story and situation. I fought with myself on right and wrong. But love conquers all. Take the change on this taboo romance and get a little dirty!
I cannot wait to read more in this series and by this author!
***ARC provided in exchange for my honest review. Thank you.***
4.5 Stars!
Excerpt:
Without realizing
I’m doing it, I find I’m leaning toward her. I catch myself and stop. But
before I can pull back, she closes the rest of the distance and presses her
lips hard against mine.
Any thought that I shouldn't be doing this evaporates like fog in a stiff breeze at the taste of
her mouth, moving hungrily on mine. She’s scotch and fire on my tongue as she
devours me. Right or wrong, I’m powerless to stop her.
Her fingers run
down my face to my chest as she opens her mouth wider, inviting me deeper
inside. I take the invitation, tasting as much of her as she’ll give me. Her
hands tug at the hem of my shirt and my breath catches when cold fingers meet
my warm abs.
I press harder
against her, drawing her closer, and fire rips through my veins as our tongues
and hands explore the new landscapes of each other’s mouths and bodies.
But a shard of
coherent thought finally manages to pierce the bubble I’ve constructed to
justify what I’m doing. “You’re a student,” I say against her mouth.
Her lips skim to
my ear. “I like you, Caiden,” she whispers, and her saying my name with that
hot breath, that wet mouth, is nearly enough to break my resolve. “I like you a
lot.”
I take her by the
shoulders and gently peel her away, my heart hammering out African drumbeats
against my ribcage. “You’re so damn incredible, but I can’t do this. It’s
totally against university rules. I’m sorry.”
“You’re not my professor,” she says, her expression
wounded. “If we like each other, I don’t see why it should matter.”
“I’m Dr. Duncan’s
graduate assistant. My boss is your
professor. It’s a conflict of interest, since I do most of his grading.”
“So you are conflicted.” It’s clear from the
predatory shift her expression takes that she hears that I’m trying to convince
myself as much as her.
I drop my head
against the headrest. “I am.”
She leans closer
again, her breast pressing against my arm through the thin cotton of her top.
“I’ll never say anything. No one needs to know,” she whispers, her breath
feathering over my neck.
About the Author:
Mia Storm is a hopeless romantic who is always searching for
her happy ending. Sometimes she’s forced to make one up. When that happens,
she’s thrilled to be able to share those stories with her readers. She lives in
California and spends much of her time in the sun with a book in one hand and a
mug of black coffee in the other, or hiking the trails in Yosemite. Connect
with her online at MiaStormAuthor.blogspot.com , on Twitter at @MiaStormAuthor,
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