Book Title: Filthy English
Author: Ilsa Madden-Mills
Two weeks before her wedding, Remi Montague’s fiancé drops her faster than a drunken sorority girl in stilettos. Armed with her best friend and a bottle of tequila, she hops a plane to London to drown her sorrows before fall semester begins at Whitman University.
She didn’t plan on attending a masquerade party.
She sure didn’t plan on waking up next to the British bad boy who broke her heart three years ago—the devastatingly handsome and naked Dax Blay. Furthermore, she has no clue how they acquired matching tattoos.
Once back at Whitman together, they endeavor to pretend they never had their night of unbridled passion in London.
But that’s damn hard to do when you live in the same house…
One night. Two damaged hearts. The passion of a lifetime.
Guest Reviewed by Carla
4 STAR Review
Filthy English is the second book in the English series by Ilsa Madden-Mills, and it can be read as a stand alone.
Facing heartbreak and humiliation after being dumped just two weeks before her wedding, Remi Montague grabs her best friend, Lulu, and flees across the pond to lick her wounds. One night, she is attending a masquerade party at a local bar, and fate intervenes bringing her first love back into her life. What are the odds of running into a guy that she goes to college with in North Carolina when she is thousands of miles from home?
Dax Blay is a British bad boy who broke Remi’s heart three years ago. When they are once again in each other’s presence, it is obvious that the explosive chemistry they shard three years ago still exists. While he and Remi may look like they have their acts together, it is just a front. They have both been hurt and lost people they loved. Because of this, they are afraid to love again.
At first, I thought this was going to be your every day love story. However, it turned out to be so much more. I loved Dax and Remi as well as all of the secondary characters. Remi’s brother, Malcolm was great! His character brought some much needed humor to an otherwise intense story.
This is my first time reading anything by this author, but it certainly won’t be the last! In fact, I am about to jump into the first book in this series which is Dirty English. Overall, this is a book/series I would gladly recommend to a friend!
Without much thought except for comfort, instinctively I pressed myself against him, fitting into his arms as easy as breathing. He leaned against the brick wall of the neighboring building and wrapped me up, sensing my need to be grounded.
I don’t know how long we stood like that—maybe a minute, maybe five—but soon our breaths were in sync; the rise and fall of his chest in perfect accord with mine.
One of his hands traced down my spine and then up. He outlined my shoulder blades with his fingertips. His hands drifted to my hips then caressed back up to my hair, massaging my scalp.
But what had started as an innocent hug changed.
Fire licked my skin everywhere he touched. Of their own accord, my hands slid down to his waist and teased the line where his jeans rested on his hips. I went further, my fingers toying with the V at his hip until I felt him harden against me.
Lips brushed the top of my hair. “Remi . . . look at me,” he said, his voice raspy.
If you look up, you’re going to kiss him . . .
I tilted my head up and his mouth fused with mine in an instant.
Insistent. Wild. Hot. Yes! This is what I needed.
I groaned, and my hands rushed to his shoulders and dug in.
He was wrong—terribly wrong—for me, but it felt so right.
I felt wonderfully alive, revved up, as if I could crush a car with my bare hands, or push Dax against the wall and fuck him senseless. I recognized the feeling for what it was—an I almost-died-and-now-I-want-to-experience-life feeling.
“Wait,” he breathed as I ran my hand under his shirt. “It’s adrenaline. You’ve been through a trauma. You don’t really want this—”
“Shhh.” I lifted his shirt and kissed his chest, my tongue flicking over his nipple. “You taste like every good thing I’ve ever wanted.”
His taut restraint snapped, and he swayed into me. “God, I can’t tell you no.”
New York Times and USA Today best-selling author Ilsa Madden-Mills writes about strong heroines and sexy alpha males that sometimes you just want to slap.
She’s addicted to all things fantasy, including unicorns and sword-wielding heroes in books. Other fascinations include frothy coffee beverages, dark chocolate, Instagram, Ian Somerhalder (seriously hot), astronomy (she’s a Gemini), Sephora make-up, and tattoos.
She has a degree in English and a Master’s in Education.
When she’s not pecking away on her computer, she shops for cool magnets, paints old furniture, and eats her weight in sushi.
