Dirty Sexy Player by Laurelin Paige | Review + Excerpt


Publisher: self-pubbed
Release Date: July 23, 2018 (out now!)
Source of my copy: author/CandiKanePR
Series: Dirty Games Duet #1
My Rating:

Synopsis
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.



Laurelin Paige is fast becoming one of my go-to authors for really good contemporary romance ever since reading Porn Star (which she co-wrote with Sierra Simone) last year, and then reading a couple of her solo works. I haven't delved into her older stuff and I had hoped to read Dirty Filthy Rich Men and Dirty Filthy Rich Love prior to reading Dirty Sexy Player but alas I couldn't find the time.

Dirty Sexy Player is a spin-off of Dirty Filthy Rich Men and Dirty Filthy Rich Love duo and, from what I could tell, the both books occur in the same timeline. But, Dirty Sexy Player was the story of Weston King, Mr. Dirty Sexy Player himself, and rich girl Elizabeth Dyson, who needed a husband to inherit her late father's company sooner rather than when she's 29. 

Wes and Elizabeth have to sell their fake engagement like it's 100% real and that's easier said than done because the two of them don't exactly get along. They also decided that sex is off the table so as not to make things complicated, but for a player like Wes, a sex drought goes against his nature. It doesn't help that his sexy and smart though very frustrating fake fiancee gives him boner every time she's near. 

I knew I was going to enjoy Dirty Sexy Player and I was right. Ms. Paige delivered a brilliant, sexy, and deliciously dirty fake engagement story. Weston was a lot of fun--he's flirty and charming and even though he's a total ladies man he's very likable. Elizabeth was more reserved but also outspoken and refuses to back down from anything. She was trying to prove, especially to herself, that she's capable of taking over her father's company. There was a lot of bickering between Wes and Elizabeth and goading each other. Sometimes it's fun because it's laced with sexual attraction, but other times I just wanted to reach in and shake the two of them. Also, constant uncertainty about each other and themselves plague this couple, but I enjoyed the push and pull of Wes and Elizabeth's relationship for the most part.

The story ended in a bit of a cliff-hanger, but book 2 will be out in November so not too long of a wait. I am every excited to get my hands on it and read Wes and Elizabeth's HEA. If you're a fan of Dirty Filthy Rich Men and Dirty Filthy Rich Love you need to read Weston King's story. But, you don't need to read those books to enjoy Dirty Sexy Player as it stands very much on its own. If you're looking for a fun and sexy fake engagement story, pick up Dirty Sexy Player.

Amazon International: myBook.to/DirtySexyPlayer
Google Play: laurl.in/dspgp 


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.

Mmm.

"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...

Oh.

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.



About the Author
With over 1 million books sold, Laurelin Paige is the NY Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling Author of the Fixed Trilogy. She's 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 and 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.

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