Blog Tour: Dirty English by Ilsa Madden-Mills | Excerpt & Giveaway

dirtyenglishTitle: Dirty English
Author: Ilsa Madden-Mills
Genres: New Adult, Romance
Release Day: October 12th 2015
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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.

One night. Two damaged hearts. The passion of a lifetime.

*a modern love story inspired by Pride and Prejudice*

3 stars!

“Love is a knife that cuts out your heart piece by piece, feeding to the boy you love. Broken in more ways than one, I vowed to never love again.”

The Brits are here! I can’t tell you how excited I was when I saw the cover and I read the blurb, seriously, British tattooed fighter bad boy? Gimme!

The story is about Elizabeth Bennett — yes she’s described just like THE Elizabeth Bennett too and she loooves Pride & Prejudice, there’s absolutely nothing cliche about that — and Declay Blay, a Brit street fighter — I don’t know why he’s a street fighter, and not just a fighter, there’s only a tiny fighting scene like a paragraph long in the entire book to show off his fighting skills, he’s merciful so it wasn’t that long.

These two characters have the usual back and forth dance with tons of drama and their mutual love for Pride and Prejudice.

Elizabeth, due to her past is now strictly just about sex until Declan. He wants her, she wants him, but there’s the dance that keeps them apart from the better part of the book. Just because other people can so easily get between them it would be comical if it hadn’t been done a million times. It’s not even funny anymore.

Declan was cute. And pretty swoony I’ll give him that. While I never connected with Elizabeth, I loved how straight forward Declan was and a good guy on top of that. He gets the credit for this. He wants more, she wanted a one night stand. YES DECLAN! Loved that part for once, finally it happened. And he has a twin! (Can we get his book, pretty please?)

I love books inspired by other works, like the Sweet Home series which is a story loosely based on Romeo & Juliet but it has to have a good balance between the two, this one didn’t. If I wanted to read so much and so obvious connection (and by obvious I mean, everything sort of had to connect, from the first to the last page) of P&P I would just read P&P. I wanted fighting and college stuff (which I got for the most part) and romance without the bad guys being overly bad but the fighting was honestly non existing. Fighting talk? There. Fight? Not there. Ultimately it felt like the blurb and the actual story were not quite in sync.

If you want a heavy on the drama and P&P story with lots of Brits and twins — HEYYY JAX! — then this is definitely for you.

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“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?”


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. “That’s none of your business.”

“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.

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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.

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2 thoughts on “Blog Tour: Dirty English by Ilsa Madden-Mills | Excerpt & Giveaway

  1. The synopsis sounds *so* good (and that cover!) so it’s disappointing to see that it didn’t fully deliver. It’s so lame to be truly excited about a book and then it’s just… meh. Despite all the promising elements, I’ll probably give this one a pass.

    Tanya @ Girl Plus Books


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