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Thursday, January 28, 2016

5* #Review #Giveaway Dirty Tricks by @EmmaHartAuthor @InkSlingerPR


Chelsey Young's dad was a rock star. Glamorous, right? But late nights, frequent travelling, and watching endless women rub their bodies against Lukas Young's in a bid for his attention wasn't exactly how Chelsey planned to spend her senior year of high school. So when Kye Burke, of the ultra-sexy band Dirty B, sets his sights on Chelsey, she figures the best way to get him off her back is by taking his sexy butt to bed. But after one night together, Kye has no intention of staying away from Chelsey, especially when she's kissing him one minute then pushing him away the next. From watching her father, Chelsey knows the rock star lifestyle that Kye leads—being away for long stretches of time, girls throwing themselves at him on the regular, shirtless photos showing up in his inbox ten times a day. She wants no part of it. Kye is determined for Chelsey to get to know him, the real him behind the rock star persona. But that isn't so easy when Kye's schedule will take him away for days, weeks, even a month or two at a time, which is a dealbreaker for Chelsey. Long distance means temptation to stray, and infidelity was the reason her own parents split. She knows it's not fair to project her own insecurities onto Kye, but some things are unavoidable. But Kye Burke isn't Lukas Young.   And, distance or not, he's going to damn well prove it.

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Review - 5 Stars
Oh Lord this damn Burke Brothers just get my blood flowing. They are sexy, sweet and deliciously dirty!

Chelsea is a difficult and different girl. Shes an outright mean bitch at times....I loved her. However, that doesn't mean I didn't want to smack her a few times. You see that she's built up walls around herself in hopes of saving herself from heartache. Once her whole story is revealed you understand why she is the way she is. What she doesn't expect is to have someone jump through hoops and use himself as a wrecking ball on those walls.

Kye is by far my favorite. He's an absolute sweetheart, but he does have a dirty mouth. He's funny, caring, alpha male and totally hooked on Chelsea. He wants her and he will stop at nothing to make her his. He challenged Chelsea and I loved that he didn't give up on her. He broke down the walls slowly and tried his best to protect her from his crazy life and living to much in her mind, from her not so good past.

"I know you love me, and I'm so fucking in love with you that the idea of letting you go is fucking fairy tale. I don't do fairy tales. I do real life, and you're my real life. I'm gonna fight for this, for you, until you feel the same as I do."

I loved everything about this story.
Kye and Chelsea's story felt real.
The chemistry between them is undeniable. You can feel the sexual tension radiate off of them when they are around each other. Chelsea is so hot and cold at times, I couldn't wait for her to finally get the hot poker stick up her butt to realize what a catch Kye is.

Emma writes wonderful alpha males. She develops her characters well, gives the storyline some interesting twists every now and then. I devoured this and I'm sad this might be the end of this fantastic series. You don't need to read the other books in the series as they are each standalones. But I highly recommend that you do. Each brother is a breath of fresh air....5 Tingling Stars!!!

Review by Heather Driscoll

“What,” Chelsey exclaims, “the hell is that?”
With a wide smile spreading across my face, I shove my hands in my pockets like a teenage boy and look at her. “A Christmas tree.”
“Are those . . . penises?”
“Technically, dildos.”
“Like real ones?” She jerks her alarmed gaze to me.
“No. Just plastic.”
She flicks her tongue across her lips. “Uh-huh. Why do you have penises across your Christmas tree?”
“Because he’s an immature little bastard,” Leila answers for me.
“You didn’t stop me,” I shoot back.
“Hell no I didn’t. I cannot wait to see Mom’s face when she sees this!”
“When she sees what?” Mom’s voice creeps through the house ominously, and the close of the door after her sounds like the signal that I should run away.
“Uh . . . I’m just gonna go . . .to the store. . . .” I shuffle toward the door that connects the front room with the kitchen.
Chelsey lifts her eyebrows in amusement, and Dad grabs the back of my shirt so I can’t escape.
You wouldn’t think I was twenty-four. For numerous reasons, obviously.
“Kye Burke, why are there tiny penises on my Christmas tree?”
Her voice is calm. Really calm. I’m even more convinced that I should run. “Merry Cock-mas?”
Mom’s expression is somewhere between insane amusement and extreme frustration.
“I’m just gonna come back later . . .” Chelsey whispers, edging toward the living room door. “When there are less . . . cocks.”
“Good idea! I’ll come with you.” I wrestle out of Dad’s grip and dart behind him, through the kitchen, and into the hall.
Chelsey laughs and grabs my arm, dragging me back into the room. “I said I was going. I didn’t say you were escaping this cock-up.”
“Great choice of words,” Dad chuckles.
Mom pinches the bridge of her nose. “I should have known that when three boys left, one boy would have to make the impression of three,” she says, mostly to herself. “I should have known that the one who never left his little peep alone at two would one day decorate my tree in cocks.”
“Mom! What the hell?” I sputter.
“I should have known that his ball-hoarding obsession at six was a sign of things to come,” she sighs heavily and drops her hand. “After all, there’s one in every boyband. I thought I was ready for this.” Then, she turns to me. “Kye, son, we love you anyway, but I have to ask. Are you gay?”
Chelsey lets go of me, and laughter rips from her. Leila laughs, too, her book falling to the floor. Dad covers his face with his hands, and Mom just stands there in the middle of the room, her eyes wide. Her hands are now clasped in front of her sympathetically, and the tiny upturn of the right side of her mouth explains it all.
“Well played, Mother,” I say reluctantly, walking back toward the front door. “Well. Played.”
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By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies - usually wine - and writes books. Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love. She likes to be busy - unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life. NEWSLETTER FACEBOOK TWITTER GOODREADS AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE

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