BLOG TOUR : Dirty English d’Ilsa Madden-Mills

DIRTY ENGLISH BOOK TOURRencontrez Declan and Elizabeth dans la nouvelle romance de combattant sexy d’Ilsa Madden-Mills.
Dirty English est disponible à $0.99 uniquement jusqu’à aujourd’hui.
L’histoire est inspirée d’Orgeuil et Préjugés.
Avis : https://leschroniquesaleatoiresblog.wordpress.com/2015/10/23/dirty-english/

dirty english coverRésumé :
Un combattant blessé.
Une fille avec des règles.
Une nuit de passion débridée.
Il y a trois choses que vous devez savoir sur Elizabeth Bennett : elle est très intelligente, toujours sous contrôle, et vit avec un ensemble de règles soigneusement établies. Elle a apprit de la plus dure des façons que les gens que vous aimez le plus finissent toujours par vous blesser.
Puis elle a rencontré Declan Blay, son nouveau voisin dans son bâtiment.
Un anglais tatoué combattant de rue, c’est le bad boy du campus qu’elle est censée éviter, mais lorsqu’il la sauve dans une soirée de confrérie qui tourne mal, toutes ses règles sur le sexe et l’amour passent par la fenêtre.
Elle lui donne une nuit de passion débridée, mais il en veut plus.
Avec seulement un mur de l’épaisseur d’un carton qui les sépare, il rêve de posséder à jamais la jeune femme fragile de la porte à côté.
Une nuit. Deux cœurs blessés. Une passion de toute une vie.

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Extrait :

“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?”
“Yeah.”
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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A propos de l’auteure :
ilsa madden -millsaAuteure de bestsellers du New York Times et du USA Today, Ilsa Madden-Mills écrit sur des héroïnes fortes et des mâles alpha sexy qu’on a parfois envie de claquer.
Elle est accro à tout ce qui touche à la fantasy, y comprit les licornes et les chevaliers servants dans les livres. Ses autres passions sont les boissons à base de café, le chocolat noir, Instagram, Ian Somerhalder (sérieusement canon), l’astrologie (elle est Gémeaux), le maquillage de chez Sephora et le tatouages.
Elle a une licence en anglais et un master en enseignement.
Lorsqu’elle ne furète pas sur son ordi, elle achète des magnets cool, du vieux matériel de peinture et mange son poids en sushi.

Vous pouvez la suivre son site et ailleurs, ainsi qu’avoir des livres dédicacés : http://www.ilsamaddenmills.com
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