Dirty Sexy Player by Laurelin Paige ~ Blog Tour with Excerpt & Review!

Dirty Sexy Player by Laurelin Paige ~ Blog Tour with Excerpt & Review!Also by this author: First Touch (First and Last, #1)
Dirty Sexy Player by Laurelin Paige
Series: Dirty Games Duet, #1
Published by Indie on July 23, 2018
Genres: Contemporary, Romance
Pages: 261
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It was Donovan's idea.

I don't even know how he got me on board. Sure, I could use a break from the one-night stands and merry-go-round lovers in my bed, but I hadn't thought that putting a ring on a woman's finger was the answer.

Especially not that woman.

Elizabeth Dyson needs to marry to get access to her father's company and take over as president. If I take on the role of groom, she'll hand over her advertising subsidiary to Reach Inc. the firm I own with Donovan, my supposed best friend.

Problem is that, even though the girl is confident and sexy and brilliant as fuck, she doesn't know the first thing about running an empire. And she's awfully particular about the wedding plans, even though it's a FAKE wedding, for all intents and purposes. And we can't seem to spend more than five minutes together without wanting to tear each other's hair out.

Worst of all, I can't stop imagining what it would be like to kiss her.

And soon I'm unsure how much of this business arrangement is just play and how much of it is real.



DIRTY SEXY PLAYER by Laurelin Paige

Release Date: July 23rd

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Cover Designer: Laurelin Paige & Tom Barnes




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Dirty Sexy Player is book one in the Dirty Games Duet but it is a spin off of the Dirty Duet and where I first met Weston King and Elizabeth Dyson. I was intrigued by both of them and wanted their story.

Elizabeth’s due to inherit her father’s business but it’s a long wait unless she marries. Knowing that, Weston’s partner sets the two of them up for a fake marriage. One that will last long enough for her to get the business, Weston’s company to have reap some rewards and then they can divorce. What neither of them realized is that they just might actually fall in love.

I think my favorite part about these two is how hard the fight their own feelings and try to make each other jealous. It’s clear that they are total opposites but they are meant for each other. The banter and fighting between them is fun.

One piece of advise I can give you if you have read the Dirty Duet is to go into this stripping your feelings about that away. I know the timelines coincide but what I really mean is to strip your feeling about Donovan and Sabrina away. I fell for Donovan hard and I felt myself comparing Weston to him the entire time I was reading Dirty Sexy Player and I think that got in the way of me fully falling for Weston. I just didn’t feel the same connection.

Overall, if you are looking for an enemies to lovers romance that will keep you on your toes and take you for a fun ride, then Dirty Sexy Player is for you!





I looked at the windows past him, trying to distract myself. Lights flashed and swirled around the dance floor in time to the beat, the only part of the music which made it into the sanctuary of the bubble room. I could tell it was crowded, but I couldn’t make out faces the way they could probably make out ours. “I don’t know if anyone’s looking,” I said.

“Don’t worry about them. Just focus on what you’re doing.”

Easy for him to say. He wasn’t facing them. He was only looking at me.

Nope. I couldn’t think about that either. Just had to focus on the task at hand.

I closed my eyes. “So just pretend that I… That we are… That under my dress…” I couldn’t even say it.

Weston leaned forward and murmured near my ear. “Yes, pretend that under your dress you are not wearing any panties. I have my dick out. I’m working you, and you are showing me exactly how you like it. Now go.”

Just like that, my panties were damp.

I didn’t know if he was saying those things to loosen me up or to get a rise out of me, either was possible.

Whatever his intent, it did the trick. He set the scene. I felt my face flush like the women in the videos as I imagined him rubbing his crown against my slit before nudging his tip inside and then burying himself to the hilt.

I opened my mouth in a silent gasp, acting out how I was sure it would feel. Good. It would feel so good.

This was so…weird. So hot and sexy and arousing and weird.

I wondered if he was feeling it too, feeling turned on, or if it was just me. It wasn’t like I could ask though, and knowing probably wouldn’t help my performance anyway.

So I concentrated on me. Focused on the task.

“Do I move or something?” I bucked my hips forward and felt the friction against my crotch as it rubbed the fly of his pants.


“Yeah,” he said breathlessly. “That’s good. That motion. Just like that.”

“Okay. Okay.” I rocked against him again, and again, my hips tilting back and forth, my clit brushing against his fly. Every time, stroking and kindling a fire in a fireplace I hadn’t had cleaned for some time. I spread my thighs a little wider and braced my knees against the bench so I could swing my pelvis all the way forward, in and out, in and…


I froze. “Is that—?” But I didn’t have to ask. There was most definitely a fat, thick ridge pressed against the crotch panel of my panties. I guess that answered the question of whether he was feeling it too.

My eyes flew open. “Oh my God!”

“Look,” he said, ready to defend himself. “There’s an extremely attractive woman sitting on my lap. I cannot help what happens to my cock. It has a mind of its own.”

A really big mind of its own.






About Laurelin Paige

NY Times & USA Today 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 and the Walking Dead, or dreaming of Michael Fassbender.

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