Published by Indie on May 10, 2016
Genres: Contemporary, Romance
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Sometimes the past becomes the present... And he's hot, cocky, and British.
DIRTY LITTLE RENDEZVOUS is the highly anticipated spin-off novel to The Burke Brothers series, and tells the story of Leila Burke.
Although DIRTY LITTLE RENDEZVOUS is connected to the Burke Brothers series, it is a standalone novel and can be read without reading Dirty Secret, Dirty Past, Dirty Lies, and Dirty Tricks, although it is advised to read them prior.
Coming early summer 2016!
Dirty Little Rendezvous is my first Emma Hart book. I know, I know. What have I been waiting for? Honestly, I have no idea. Thankfully I put my big girl pants on, pushed my reading order OCD to the side and jumped right into this book. Trust me when I say that is a big deal!
Leila Burke is the sister of the famous brothers who make up the band Dirty B. She’s convinced to follow them on their recent tour to Europe. However, her brothers have a lot of rules that go along with this trip. They are full on alpha and super protective of their baby sister. With that in mind, Leila plans to use this trip to relax and do what she loves. Read. Little did she know that someone from her past trip to London would be thrown back into her life and change the course of her journey.
Jase Masters is an up and coming British rock star who is now the opening act for Dirty B for their Europe tour. He’s expecting to gain experience and a little bit of fame from this. What he wasn’t expecting was someone in his past to be there and shake things up. Can he move forward and not let it get in the way of his career?
First of all, I absolutely love the banter between the Burke family and their significant others. They are loud, offensive and obnoxious. Right up my alley. Add over protective and loyal and you have one hell of a circle of love!
Leila is probably my favorite female character of the year so far. She’s full of sass and has a mouth on her that would rival the worst of the sailors. She absolutely does not take crap from anyone and she handles herself with her brothers like a champ, almost always out witting them. She’s super dramatic in her explanations but it’s hilarious and just makes me want to hear more or to stir the pot to get her going. However, she can be vulnerable and she’s a closeted hopeless romantic.
Jase is perfect for Leila. He can keep up with her smart mouth and even challenge it a little. He’s hot and cocky and can banter with the best of them. What I think I like the most about him is that he just overall gets her. He can sense when he needs to let her work things out. Patiently waiting for her. He recognizes what is going on between them and instead of hiding from it, he embraces it.
“Leila Burke is a mystery of epic proportions. She’s sarcastic and sassy, playful and teasing, hard as nails. Yet she’s soft, too, beneath all that. She’s a tornado of complexity and intrigue, and I’m caught in the eye of her storm.”
“She’s the girl who makes the songs you write come from your heart. She’s the girl who makes you sing them from your god damn soul.”
Pretty much anything Jase says makes me swoon. Add in the fact that he’s British and I’m a goner.
I’m so happy I read this book and I can’t wait to go back and read the others. This book can absolutely be read as a standalone. You won’t feel like you missed anything if you read this one first. However, I’ll warn you right now that once you do read this, you’ll want to go back and read the others. Ever single character is this book is intriguing and if there is more to them, you’ll want to read about it. At least that is what happened to me. Especially little Mila!
“Hey, Jase?” I look up and down the hall through my eyelashes.
My tongue runs over my bottom lip. “You could come in. If you wanted.”
He exhales loudly, running his hand through his hair. “Leila… You’ve been drinking. Whether you say you’re drunk or not, this is your tequila talking.”
“What if it isn’t?”
“How do I know you’re not just saying it?”
“Never mind.” My stomach sinks. “I can take a hint.”
“A hint? I’m a man, love. I don’t give or take hints.” He walks toward me. “But I also respect you and I’m not going to go into your room and fuck you because numerous shots of tequila are telling you it’s a good idea.”
“Don’t worry.” My cheeks burn with humiliation. I’m blaming this on the tequila. He’s so insistent it is, so fuck you, tequila. Fuck you.
“Leila.” He grabs my arm before I can disappear fully inside.
I slowly turn my face back to him. The bright hall lights collide with the darkness of my room, casting shadows across the angular planes of his face. His eyes blaze at me, a bright yet stormy green that shows his inner battle.
“Don’t think I’m not coming in with you because I don’t want to fuck you.” He takes a deep breath and lets it out quietly.
“I want to fuck you again. I want to follow you into this room and fuck you so hard everyone on this floor will know what we’re doing.”
“So do it,” I whisper. “I’m not drunk, Jase. I know exactly what I’m asking.”
“You’re supposed to be avoiding me.” He leans in so his mouth hovers just above mine. “Remember?”
“It didn’t work out.” My mouth gets dry as his breath fans across my lips.
“So, pursuing me is your new plan?”
“Well.” I pause to swallow again, although there’s nothing but the hesitant lump in my throat that won’t go down. “I figure it’s the more enjoyable option.”
His lips twitch up on one side, and he laughs quietly. “Leila, love…”
I grab the front of his shirt, gripping it tight, and pull him down to me at the same time that I
push up onto my toes. Our lips collide somewhere between us, and he freezes. His fingers twitch around my arm, but he lets go.
I get it.
I step back from him, my heart thudding and pushing the previous twinge of humiliation around my body until it latches on to every cell and swamps me. My cheeks burn, and I can’t look up at him, so I move back into my room, throwing my book in the direction of the bed.
He grabs me.
Shoves me inside.
Pushes me back against the door so it slams shut.
And kisses me.
Desire blurs my embarrassment as Jase’s mouth descends onto mine and he kisses me as though he’s starving. I wind my hands into his hair as he runs one of his up my thigh. His fingers ease under my dress, coming dangerously close to the top of my leg, and I gasp as he lifts it and hooks it over his hip.
Fuck me, he’s hard.
His cock presses between my legs, against my throbbing clit, and the pressure from his jeans sends a bolt of uncontrollable desire firing through my bloodstream.
He groans, swiping his tongue across the seam of my mouth, and I open for him, sending my tongue to meet his. They battle when he kisses me deeply and grips my ass harder, lifting me up the door a little. My hips buck against him, and he nips my bottom lip when I whimper.
Then he brings one hand between my legs and runs his thumb over the soft cotton of my panties.
Right over my clit.
Right along my pussy.
Now, my gasp is loud, and I break the kiss to control my breathing. Jase smiles against my jaw as he kisses it. His mouth leaves trails of hot kisses along it and my neck, his tongue swirling on my pulse point, his teeth grazing down my skin to my shoulder.
And, the whole time, his fingers are working their way beneath my underwear.
The moment his rough thumb brushes my clit, his lips find mine again, and he swallows my moan.