From New York Times bestselling author Laurelin Paige, comes a sexy novella in her Fixed Trilogy Series…DIRTY FILTHY FIX, a new novella brought to you by 1001 Dark Nights! Grab your copy of this amazing novella today!
About DIRTY FILTHY FIX:
I like sex. Kinky sex. The kinkier the better.
Every day, it’s all I think about as I serve coffee and hand out business agendas to men who have no idea I’m not the prim, proper girl they think I am.
With a day job as the secretary to one of New York’s most powerful men, Hudson Pierce, I have to keep my double life quiet. As long as I do, it’s not a problem.
Enter: Nathan Sinclair. Tall, dark and handsome doesn’t come close to describing how hot he is. And that’s with his clothes on. But after a dirty, filthy rendezvous, I accept that if we ever see each other again, he’ll walk right by my desk on his way to see my boss without recognizing me.
Only, that’s not what happens. Not the first time I see him after the party. Or the next time. Or the time after that. And as much as I try to stop it, my two worlds are crashing into each other, putting my job and my reputation at risk.
And all I can think about is Nathan Sinclair.
All I can think about is getting just one more dirty, filthy fix.
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A Review of DIRTY FILTHY FIX by Laurelin Paige
“The secrecy and the role reversal the situation provided gave me so much power. It put me in control of their desires, unbeknownst to them. In many ways it was the best part of the kink life.”
As a HUGE Laurelin Paige fan, I can’t wait to get my hands on anything she creates. Her attention to detail, creating the scene and setting the stage, deepens the story and supports the characters, as readers to become voyeurs in the kinky world she creates. Combining a powerful force when she paired a bit of Fix with the Dirty Filthy, this hotter than sin read give readers a front row seat.
Trish Bisceglia is an independent and professional secretary to Hudson Pierce (Fix Trilogy). She maintains very strict rules and works hard to keep her personal life a bit of a secret—a dirty little secret at that. Trish is not afraid to own her sexuality and makes no excuses for the life she lives; she loves the power over the men she sees at night after serving them in an office during the day. There is nothing quite like bring a man to his knees. Used to the rich men who paraded through the office or attend the “social events” she frequents, she maintains her professionalism and keeps the line between work and play very separate. That is, until Nathan Sinclair enters her world.
Nathan Sinclair is a rich business man who not only loves a bit of kink, but happens to do business with Trish’s boss. When he enters her professional world after leaving her wanting more from him in her personal world, the lines for Trish begin to blur and her tough exterior and well-constructed walls begin to crumble. She can’t stop thinking about him, and he is a force to be reckoned with when it comes to something he wants.
“Go home with me.”
… “I can’t. I have rules.”
In a short little novella packed with details, this story moves beyond the typical fairytale romance. It is a twist on a sexy and dirty story in which the heroine is the elusive one—untraditional in her views of love— and the hero is ready to accept her exactly as she is. Erotically charged and yet brilliantly romantic, this dirty, filthy read is just another example as to why Laurelin Paige is a go to author for me.
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ARC kindly provided in exchange for an honest review.
“I’d like a try.” It was the stranger with the green eyes.
Of course the night would ramp up right when I announced I was leaving. I looked up at him expectantly, but he didn’t approach. I realized he was waiting for my invitation. He was definitely new. Everyone else knew Miss T was one of the most ready and willing participants in the room—to the point where some tried to take advantage of it. I never needed to issue invitations, but I often needed to reinforce boundaries.
“What are you waiting for, then?” I sat up straighter, ignoring Chuck’s grunt of complaint.
The stranger came forward with slow, swaggering steps. When he reached me, he loosened his bowtie a little before lowering himself to one knee at my side. He placed his arm next to mine on the chair, his fingers barely grazing my skin. Goosebumps sprouted up my forearm all the way to my neck, and he hadn’t even bent in to whisper yet.
And then he did. His breath skated over the shell of my ear, and my heart tripped unexpectedly in my chest.
How long had it been since that had happened from just the feel of someone breathing against me?
“I’m going to kiss you one way or another tonight,” he said, low and with such surety a shiver ran down my spine. “It’s your decision whether it’s now or later.”
So. Not just a voyeur then.
He sat back to study my features. My jaw was slack, and I scanned his expression, searching for a hidden motivation. My body tingled from head to toe. I was used to men—strangers—wanting me. I was used to them approaching me. I was used to them telling me how much they desired me.
Why was this man so different?
Maybe it was because those other men always looked everywhere in the room. When their eyes landed on me, I knew I was just one of many options.
He’d looked around the room. I’d watched him throughout the night. But nothing had interested him. I could tell by the way he was still wearing his jacket, by the way his eyes were only now beginning to dilate as they stared into mine.
He’d studied the room and decided nothing here had interested him but me.
That was definitely not the kink that usually got me off. That was Cinderella-story kind of kink. The fairytale kink with a happy ending was traditional, but a kink all the same—being chased. Being placed on a gilded pedestal. I never wanted to be somebody’s Only One in the Room. I liked having my own space. I liked being able to disappear when I wanted. I liked not having chains or boundaries. I was turning thirty-five soon. I wasn’t a starry-eyed teenager anymore. I knew what I wanted from life and love and relationships and sex. And it wasn’t a pedestal.
About 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 is represented by Rebecca Friedman.