Blog Tour: Dirty English by Ilsa Madden-Mills

October 16, 2015 Blog Tour, Excerpt, Promo sale, Reviews, Teaser 0 ★★★★★

Blog Tour: Dirty English by Ilsa Madden-Mills

Blog Tour: Dirty English by Ilsa Madden-Mills

Dirty English

Ilsa Madden-Mills

Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
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.

She gives him one night of unbridled passion, but he longs for more.

With only a cardboard-thin wall separating their bedrooms, he dreams of possessing the vulnerable girl next door forever.

One night. Two damaged hearts. The passion of a lifetime.
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**Dirty English is a modern love story inspired by Pride and Prejudice**

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My Review:

Where to start??? If you know me, you know Ilsa is my FAVORITE NA author. I adored her Briarcrest Academy series, was a fan from the get go. But this story? It’s my favorite. There’s something about Declan that won me over. Or was it Elizabeth? Or was it them as a couple?

Elizabeth lives simply. She’s going to college on academic scholarship, has a traumatic past, and lives by one simple rule… no serious relationship—which means no dating. One night stands only.

Declan is a hottie. He’s so perfect in every way. Gorgeous, bad boy, tattoos, underground fighter, and most of all… loves classic British literature. (I mean can he get any more perfect?)

Get away from the hotness and tell your ovaries to settle down, my brain yelled, but I stupidly ignored it!-Elizabeth

He’s the big man on campus, popular and had the perfect looking girlfriend. When he finds himself single, he’s looking for a good time. But one glance at Elizabeth and he knows he wants more, but he doesn’t want her to be his rebound. (A college hot guy with a conscious!)

The moment these two interact the reader FEELS the chemistry. I think I almost passed out from holding my breath in anticipation and foreplay between these two characters. This is so much more than a college romance story. I fell in love with these characters. How can you not when you have the sincerity and sweetness of a guy like Declan.

“I’m nice to you because you’re worth it, Elizabeth.”

..and then there’s this bit that literally made by heart hiccup…

“Your scars are beautiful. It means you survived. It means you’re here with me.” He kissed my wrist. Light as a feather. “It’s my favorite part of you.” (Jesus H. Christ, I want to melt.)

Declan is a strong hero. What I loved about him is how different he really is from the stereotypical bad boy character. Yes, he’s amazingly perfect under the surface and as gorgeous as can be on the outside, but what I loved about him, was he wasn’t the typical chaser. Dont’ get me wrong, he chased- but wasn’t the needy, can’t live without you, guy. He stated what he wanted and waited until Elizabeth figured it out for herself. He was the epitome of the best kind of book boyfriend. Just the right amount of cocky, pinch of sweetness, dash of bad boy, and smart. God, I just loved him.

Elizabeth was somewhat needy, but also strong. She was likable, but also damaged and determined, and I rooted for her throughout the book. There were parts where my heart hurt for her-

Because my heart was locked up tight, the key buried deep in my soul. And no one, not even Decaln Blay, could pick that lock.

  But I loved her journey. The good, the ugly, and the bad.  She deserved her HEA.

I can not clearly express my love of this book. Easily in my top reads of 2015. I’m already excited to reread this…is it too soon already?

If you like NA romance, I promise you, this book doesn’t disappoint, how could it when it has a bad boy British bloke who’s hot as hell and quotes classic literature!

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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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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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