Series: The Burke Brothers #3
Published by Simon and Schuster Source: Netgalley
Genres: Alpha Guy, Contemporary Romance, Fake Relationship, Love to Hate, Millionaire/Billionaire Hero, Musician, New Adult, Romance
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Bad boy drummer Aidan Burke of Dirty B takes center stage in New York Times bestselling author Emma Hart’s hotly anticipated follow-up to Dirty Past and Dirty Secret!
Aidan Burke is the perfect rebound guy for Jessie Law after she catches her asshole ex-boyfriend with his hands down some other girl’s pants. The world-famous drummer of Dirty B isn’t shy about his preference for no-strings-attached relationships, so when she meets him on a night out, she takes him up on his simple proposal: One night of fun. Hot sex. Zero expectations.
But Dirty B’s tour is over, and they’re back in South Carolina—which means running into Aidan more often than Jessie would like.
When Aidan saves Jessie from her ex-boyfriend by insisting the two are dating, the band’s manager convinces them to keep up the charade in the hopes of re-inventing Dirty B’s image as lovable bad boys, as opposed to d-bags. Now all Aidan and Jessie have to do is put on a very obvious, very public show to convince everyone their affection is real.
But pretending to be in a relationship is harder than it seems. Aidan’s hordes of jealous fans have no problem bombarding Jessie with threatening messages online—and worse. And things only get more complicated when Jessie realizes her feelings for Aidan may not be so fake after all. Can Jessie live with the risks? And is Aidan willing to let her?
It’s a fairly well known fact that I love Emma Hart’s work, and I really loved the first book in the series (I did totally read this series out of order, oops). So going into this book I was prepared to spend some more time with the Burke boys of Dirty B, and meet whoever the new lady is that came into book two.
So I liked Jessie right off the bat. She has the best attitude, she’s like one part sassy and one part sweet, and honestly you never know what side of her you are going to get. She has the funniest relationship with her family, the interactions between her and her little sister are hilarious, especially because her little sister is a 16 year old girl who is obsessed with Dirty B, and therefore fan girls all the time. I love the dynamic that Jessie has with her family, and even with her friends. But honestly, the best part about Jessie is the interactions she has with Aiden. They are so push and pull, they are so similar and have these huge personalities that when put together result in fireworks, and not always the super sexy type of fireworks. I like that Jessie is pretty comfortable in her own skin, and I think that really shows with the Dirty B crazies, when they start attacking her just for dating Aiden, and she handles so well, I was really impressed.
Aiden is interesting for me, because he has that whole alpha jerkish persona, which works for me on some levels, but other times I really wanted to like hit him over the head and be like, could you just think before you speak. But he can be pushy in good ways, and he the way he talks, well lets just say I can understand the appeal. I loved how much in denial that Aiden and Jessie were about each other, they are both so committed to the agreement that the relationship was fact, and honestly I think the only two people who ever bought into it was them. Neither of them was prepared for the other to come into each others lives in the way they did. But what honestly what makes it work between them is that they have such a long history together. Jessie isn’t just some new girl he met on the street, no she is the girl he asked to prom and got turned down by, they grew up in the same small town, they have past together, even though it wasn’t the best one. I think it kind of allows for the two of them to be exactly who they are in front of each other, because they already know each other, and that’s what really worked for me.
I love Emma Hart’s work, and I have really enjoyed this series. One thing I feel like I have to mention is Sofie and Conner’s daughter from book one, Mila, well she deserves some serious credit for breaking tension and bring in the laughs, that kid is adorable, I love how she brings everyone together. I highly recommend this book, this series, and just Emma Hart in general.
“Your house or my hotel?”
“You think I’m gonna take you back to my mom’s?”
She opens her mouth then closes it again. “Ah.”
“Ah.” I smile, gently stroking my thumb across her thigh. “So? Where to? Because you don’t look so sure about either.”
“I’m not,” she admits softly. “But hey, I’m already gonna get shit tomorrow because I left with you, so I may as well earn a damn good reply. That and I’m technically out for a rebound fuck.”
“So you’re using me,” I murmur, moving closer and touching my lips to her jaw.
“Only as much as you are me,” she breathes as I kiss my way around the curve of her jaw to the corner of her mouth. I linger there for a moment, waiting for her to make the move, because I’m an asshole, but not that much of an asshole.
“Hotel,” she whispers, her breath hitching. “Definitely the hotel.”
“Hotel,” I say loudly, reaching to knock on the partition. “The usual.” One loud rap and the car buzzes as the engine comes to life.
“The usual,” I repeat.
Jessie’s face turns into mine, her brows drawn together and her lips barely a breath from mine.
And, sweet shit, I’ve been fucking waiting for this all night.
I kiss her, our lips molding together as I slip my hand around the back of her neck and her hair twines around my fingers and she grasps the collar of my shirt tightly. Her leg muscles tense as my mouth moves over hers.
She tastes like fucking cosmos. Sweet but tangy, sharp but fruity. Just like her. And it’s so fucking delicious that I pull her farther into me so I can feel more, taste more, of her. She curves her body into me, one leg lifting and her heel brushing against my calf. I take my hand from between her legs and grab her hip, maneuvering her on top of me. Her knees fall to either side of my hips and she gasps as her center pushes against my already hard cock, straining against my jeans.
The slight part of her lips gives me the opening I need to flick my tongue against hers. I do it, tentatively, waiting for her to respond, handing her control I know won’t last.
When she’s on top of me this way, her pussy against my cock with only two pathetic layers of fabric between us, my own control is severely waning.
I wrap my arm around her as she wraps her hand around my neck and grasps my hair and kisses me, tiny moans leaving her mouth. If I could flip her onto her back and get the driver out of the car and fuck her right here on the backseat, I would. I would lift that sinfully tight dress, tug her panties away by whatever means necessary, and bury myself inside her before she could utter my name.
“Sir? We’re here.”