Blog Tour + Review: Dirty Filthy Rich Men by Laurelin Paige


Dirty Filthy Rich Men by Laurelin Paige
Genre: Contemporary Romance

descriptionWhen I met Donovan Kincaid, I knew he was rich. I didn’t know he was filthy. Truth be told, I was only trying to get his best friend to notice me.

I knew poor scholarship girls like me didn't stand a chance against guys like Weston King and Donovan Kincaid, but I was in love with his world, their world, of parties and sex and power. I knew what I wanted—I knew who I wanted—until one night, their world tried to bite me back and Donovan saved me. He saved me, and then Weston finally noticed me, and I finally learned what it was to be in their world.

And then what it was like to lose it.

Ten years later, I’ve found my way back. Back to their world. Back to him.

This time, I’m ready. I've been down this road before, and I know all the dirty, filthy ways Donovan will try and wreck me.

But it’s hard to resist. Especially when I know how much I’ll like it.

From NYT Bestselling author Laurelin Paige, discover a whole new world filled with sex, love, power, romance and dirty, filthy rich men.

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

OMG where do I begin!? My mind is all over the place after reading Dirty Filty Rich Men! Laurelin, thank you for the ride, this was absolutely crazy!

I think I never saw a character as more unnerving than Donovan Kincaid
If you haven't read the novella (Dirty Filthy Rich Boys), no worries, it's at the beginning of the book. I think it's important to start with it to witness how Donovan is a tortured character, how hard he will be later and how he remains who he is no matter what.

You know by now I love grade A-asshole, I've met a few in books to know that they all redeem themselves at the end. There was a point while reading this book, I wasn't sure Donovan could be one of them but he is. Believe me when I say, you'll be exasperated with all the tension and mixed signals in the book. Because there's one thing for sure, you won't stay indifferent to Sabrina & Donovan together.


“ You should never tell anyone about us because there is no us.”

When these two are in the same room, the air is charged, the tension is tangible and all the amount of sex they could have won't change a damn thing about it! This book kept me on my toes all along! And I'm almost sure when I say I won't be able to forget their story before the conclusion in September!

Their story begun ten years ago; ten years of want, ten years of need, ten years of envy, ten years of unknown, ten years of nightmares, ten years of frustration,...
And it's only the beginning.

There were moments I wanted to shout at my kindle while reading because Sabrina is as confusing as Donovan. To me they were the perfect match
I know this review doesn't make a lot of sense but that's how I l read Dirty Filthy Rich Men. And that's how you should experience it as well.

Just a quick warning because there might be triggers (view spoiler) and the book might not be for everyone.

“How much do you want me to hurt you?”

To recap, Laurelin Paige shows us how talented she is when it comes to write her tortured heroes. Hudson Pierce was definitely her best but Donovan Kindcaid might come to a close second ... and who knows, he might even dethrone the - my - King. Guess I'll find that out with book 2.

“You’re dangerous with your hands free,” “Dangerous how?“Dangerous like you always are when I let you touch me.”

~Arc provided in exchange of an honest review~
After she was gone, I walked over to the windows and drank in the scene. The Town Center was high enough that it had an unblocked view of downtown Manhattan, Brooklyn, and beyond. Giddiness surged through me, starting like a pinprick at my center and moving out through my veins in all directions until even my fingers and toes felt warm. I was really here. I made it. It wasn’t the way I thought it would be, but in the end, it still came out of my time at Harvard. I’d always known that connections made the difference in a career, and here I was. Finally. At the top of the world, looking out. I couldn’t stop grinning. “It’s incredible, isn’t it?” a male voice came from behind me. Still smiling, I glanced up and caught his reflection in the window. And everything disappeared. The world that had buzzed below, the beautiful scene, the excitement that had unfurled through my body—all of it evaporated and all that existed in its place was a pale, hollow shell of myself and the man in the perfectly tailored suit behind me. I turned to look at him directly. Our gazes smashed together, and my legs nearly fell out from under me. “Donovan,” I rasped. It was a miracle that I managed to find enough voice to say that much. And there was so much more that had to be said. So much more that I hadn’t prepared for. Which was ridiculous since I’d talked to him so many times in my head over the years, practiced so many conversations, but never did he show up out of the blue looking so dastardly handsome in a dark gray three-piece suit, his face rugged with scruff, his eyes hazel and earnest despite the playful smirk on his lips. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. I wasn’t even sure how to breathe anymore. He broke our gaze to nod out the window at the skyline, walking toward me as he said, “I’m sure you found the Empire.” Though his focus was now on the scenery, I didn’t take my eyes off him as he approached. He didn’t stop until he was right beside me. So close our shoulders would touch if I coughed. Tension ran off him like foam spilling over from a mug of beer. Good tension. Bad tension. I wasn’t sure if there was a difference when it came to Donovan. Which was why I was screwed if he was here. Why the hell was he here? “I thought you were in Tokyo.” I couldn’t stop staring at him. He’d gotten more refined with age, and rougher at the same time. His hair was short and his curls gone, giving him a polished look he lacked before. The lines by his eyes were more defined and his expression seemed harder than I’d remembered. It made him sexier. As if he was a man who needed to be sexier than the one I knew. “I came back two months ago,” he said offhandedly. “That’s it right there.” He leaned his face in close to mine as he pointed to the famous structure. “Do you see it?” Fuck if I cared about the Empire. I was in Donovan Kincaid’s orbit. What else was there in the world?


Laurelin Paige

USA Today and New York Times Bestselling Author Laurelin Paige is 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 or 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. She is represented by Rebecca Friedman.

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