Rate: Enjoyed it (4 stars)
Synopsis:
On the heels of Dirty Secret, here is a sizzling hot romance featuring another Burke brother and the girl he can’t resist, from the New York Times bestselling author of the Game series.
Walking out on my wedding wasn’t my best idea.
Neither was throwing my cell in the lake and taking a job as PA for Dirty B, America’s favorite rock band, complete with every teen girl’s dream man, the eldest of the Burke brothers.
Tate Burke is pure sex. Women actually throw their panties at him during shows. And Ella Dawson is the lucky little thing that gets to escort their fangirling butts out when he’s done with them.
Yay.
He’s a cocky son of a bitch, but there’s more to him than meets the eye. Every now and then Ella gets a rare glimpse of the Tate behind the “bad boy” act, and it attracts her in the most annoying way. The most annoying, heart-thumping, panty-wetting way.
When her abusive ex turns up at the hotel room Ella and Tate are sharing, raging mad, she knows she’ll need more than just a little protection. Tate sees red, and Ella can’t help but lean on him, despite his bad-boy ways.
And now? Now, he’s in a whole lot of trouble.
Reading second books in series is always a high risk because you have expectations from the first book and the stakes are usually high. Dirty Past surpassed all those expectations I had and even I would risk to say I enjoyed it more than the first book, leading me to the conclusion that this series just keep getting better and better with each new story.
This Burke Brothers story is about Tate and Ella. They are one of those couples that start with a sexual tension between them that leads them to start arguing a lot, for the simple things, and teasing each other to no end. Their relationship felt natural and progressed throughout the whole book making it more real and having the reader invested in the story and their relationship.
This new book also has two characters with some problems. Ella is running from an abusive ex-boyfriend who was about to become her husband if she hadn't escaped and we all now that the past always ends up catching us. I'm truly happy to see how it all ended up, however I would have treated the issue differently, like doing what Tate suggested.
Is always nice to see a cocky musician who can have every woman she wants to fall for the one not willing to go easy on him. And Tate and Ella's story while being one of those stories is also an enjoyable and memorable read. I highly recommend it to all those readers searching for a New Adult Romance read with musicians in it and a relationship that will make you swoon and laugh at the same time.
Candice Accola as Ella
Jared Padalecki as Tate
“Tate. I don’t…” she draws in a
deep breath, and her fingers brush against my forearm.
“You don’t, what, darlin’?” I
sink my fingers into her hair.
“Think you should… I should…
we should… um,” she pauses, “do this. It’s not right.”
I laugh low, because nothing
has ever felt as right as kissing her, and I touch my lips to hers. A sharp
squeak buzzes through our connection, and I tug lightly on her bottom lip with
my teeth. Fuck, she tastes sweet, like candy and Moscato wine, like summer
breaking through a fall day.
She grabs my bare sides and I
lean into her more, pushing her back onto the sofa. She goes with me, her grip
on me tightening. Our bodies fall flush together, and as I kiss her deeper,
swiping my tongue against her bottom lip, she eases her hands around to my
back.
Her hands are soft and so
fucking warm, each touch is a burning trail across my skin, one I feel tingling
everywhere, because, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Too many girls, kisses,
touches. None like this.
No softness beneath me, no hot
fingertips against me, no deliciously sweet lips against mine.
No Ella.
“Wrong,” she breathes.
“You afraid?” I whisper.
She inhales sharply, but she
shakes her head. “No.”
“Then it ain’t wrong,
darlin’.” My mouth descends on hers once again, and I sweep my lips across
hers. Her body is responding, slightly arching into me, but it’s her mouth, her
kiss, that fucking consumes me.
Her tongue meeting and
battling mine sends me into another fucking dimension, some ten million light
years above ours. Consuming me, fucking with me, she drives me crazy yet again.
By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to a terrible two year old and growing bump, due September 2013. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of juice and writes books.
She likes to write about magic, kisses and whatever else she can fit into the story. Sarcastic, witty characters are a must. As are hot guys. Emma is currently working too many books to even count - including Playing for Keeps, the companion book to the New York Times and USA Today bestselling novel, The Love Game. She likes to be busy - unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to when all the ideas come to life.
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