Two weeks before her wedding, Remi Montague’s fiancé drops her faster than a drunken sorority girl in stilettos. Armed with her best friend and a bottle of tequila, she hops a plane to London to drown her sorrows before fall semester begins at Whitman University.
She didn't plan on attending a masquerade party.
She sure didn’t plan on waking up next to the British bad boy who broke her heart three years ago—the devastatingly handsome and naked Dax Blay. Furthermore, she has no clue how they acquired matching tattoos.
Once back at Whitman together, they endeavor to pretend they never had their night of unbridled passion in London.
But that’s damn hard to do when you live in the same house…
One night. Two damaged hearts. The passion of a lifetime.
A smokin’ hot British player…
A jilted girl…
One night of mistaken identity…★★ NOW LIVE★★
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*A modern love story inspired by Romeo and Juliet*
The British are coming!! The British are coming... and my God it's so naughty and hot when they do that you just might too. <wink>Holy Freaking British Balls. I fell in love with Declan during Dirty English, but Dax? Well he's completely bulldozed me in love with him.
First let's talk about the heroine. Remi, she was cool. Fiercely independent, funny and smart but most importantly- she wasn't terribly whiny, but she was excessively guarded and careful with her heart. Usually this would make me worry, but have no fear, in this situation it was warranted, so its not THAT bad. I may have also felt her reactions were excessive because well I would have given in to Dax the moment we reconnected, hes just that dreamy
<insert heart eyes emoji>
Dax was just everything. Their parents should be proud. We already know he's sexy and we know he's good in bed, but he has a HUGE.... Heart!! Seriously, that thing is big. <wink> He makes you want to swoon but slap him simultaneously so angry sex is a must. Some times your past has you in its vise grip and you can't get out.
I give this story top marks because it's written bloody brilliantly and I hoping by doing so I could some how find my self in the middle of Blay brother sandwich!
Seriously, all jokes and horn aside. I loved this book just as much I did the first one. When I finished this book I had a book hangover. I missed these characters. I wanted to hang out with them. After reading I often find myself wondering what they're doing well after the book was over and I find that I miss them now.
This can be read as a standalone but whats the fun in that. Double your pleasure, double your fun. Read them both.
Without much thought except for comfort, instinctively I pressed myself against him, fitting into his arms as easy as breathing. He leaned against the brick wall of the neighboring building and wrapped me up, sensing my need to be grounded.
I don’t know how long we stood like that—maybe a minute, maybe five—but soon our breaths were in sync; the rise and fall of his chest in perfect accord with mine.
One of his hands traced down my spine and then up. He outlined my shoulder blades with his fingertips. His hands drifted to my hips then caressed back up to my hair, massaging my scalp.
But what had started as an innocent hug changed.
Fire licked my skin everywhere he touched. Of their own accord, my hands slid down to his waist and teased the line where his jeans rested on his hips. I went further, my fingers toying with the V at his hip until I felt him harden against me.
Lips brushed the top of my hair. “Remi . . . look at me,” he said, his voice raspy.
If you look up, you’re going to kiss him . . .
I tilted my head up and his mouth fused with mine in an instant.
Insistent. Wild. Hot. Yes! This is what I needed.
I groaned, and my hands rushed to his shoulders and dug in.
He was wrong—terribly wrong—for me, but it felt so right.
I felt wonderfully alive, revved up, as if I could crush a car with my bare hands, or push Dax against the wall and fuck him senseless. I recognized the feeling for what it was—an I almost-died-and-now-I-want-to-experience-life feeling.
“Wait,” he breathed as I ran my hand under his shirt. “It’s adrenaline. You’ve been through a trauma. You don’t really want this—”
“Shhh.” I lifted his shirt and kissed his chest, my tongue flicking over his nipple. “You taste like every good thing I’ve ever wanted.”
His taut restraint snapped, and he swayed into me. “God, I can’t tell you no.”
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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.
A scarred fighter.
A girl with rules.
One night of unbridled passion.
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Ilsa Madden-Mills’ other books:
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