Filthy English Review

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Filthy English Review

Filthy English Review

Filthy English

Ilsa Madden-Mills

Published on JUly 11, 2016

Genres: Chick Lit, Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
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.
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My Review of Filthy English…

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If you follow my reviews, you know I’m a BIG Ilsa Madden-Mills fan. In fact I still remember where I was when I finished Very Bad Things many years ago. To say I devour her books is a gross understatement. I have count downs until I can get my hands on her novels…then I have to pace myself so that I savior each word.

Dirty English was a top read for me last year. There was something unique about Declan and Elizabeth’s story that captured my attention and made me want more. In this installment, we get more than a taste of Dax Blay, Declan’s twin brother. And what a feast it is!

Loosely based on Romeo and Juliet, this tale could be called a second chance romance, filled with addicting chemistry that would make any apothecary’s head spin! Remi is on her honeymoon without her groom. Nursing a broken heart she literally ends in the arms of her weekend-night stand from freshman year. Dax, never one who is faithful, cannot believe the fates when he’s catching Remi in his arms in a London nightclub. Remi who has left a brand on his soul, but who he thinks is engaged to his enemy.

Throughout the book, the reader is taken on a journey filled with just the right amount of angst, hot loving, and charming leading characters. While Dirty English still has the lead on being a top favorite book, Filthy English is a well written, captivating, enchanting follow up in the English series.

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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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About Ilsa Madden-Mills

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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 females. 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.

She loves to hear from fans and fellow authors. Drop her a line on the contact page.


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