Series: The Burke Brothers #5
Genres: Alpha Guy, Contemporary Romance, Friends With Benefits, Humorous, Musician, Romance, Second Chances
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.
It’s really no secret that I really adore Emma Hart, although I must admit I’ve only read about half of this series, I have loved the books that I have read so far, but this book, I was super excited about. I loved the fact that it takes us across the pond, but still has all the characters that I know a love from the series in it. It kind of gave the book a fresh feel to it, and I think it also was really great that Leila was able to get her own romance, especially since every one of her brothers got a romance before her.
I think Leila is really interesting, and you don’t really give a lot of thought to what it must be like to be the non-famous sibling of a celebrity. You see this early on in the book, how most people who want to be around her are more looking for access to her brothers then a friendship or relationship with her. I feel so bad for her that she has to worry about that kind of thing, but Leila also is kind of amazing in her attitude, she doesn’t let people take advantage of her, and I love for that. But I think what was most interesting me is that she kind of lives in her brothers shadows, I mean she doesn’t have a job, and she travel with her brothers sometimes, she really doesn’t have anything for herself. What was great about though was that she really kind of starts to figure herself out as she starts open herself up to a guy.
And now for the guy, he’s super hot for sure, and sweet to, respectable gentleman, but super talented and just the kind of guy everyone would want to know. I liked that there was some history between these two because it made for some funny POVs when they realize who each other is, and how to of course handle it and keep it secret from others. Jase was interesting to me because he was in that weird place where he wasn’t quite super famous, but yet he still had to worry about being recognized. You can tell he loves being a musician, and he appreciates it too, he doesn’t it for granted or think he’s God’s gift to music, but he really struggles with the aspect of fame that come with it all. He really is the perfect guy for Leila.
As with most Emma Hart books, the chemistry between our hero and heroine is fantastic, and I loved it. I also really liked seeing the other character from the previous books, and also how Leila’s brothers are so insanely overprotective of her (even I wanted to punch them sometimes with their rules). But Mila, like always takes the cake, she is the most adorable toddler, who you can’t help but love, and it’s so hilarious watching all the adults kind of bow down to her will and profanity policing. I highly recommend both this book and this series, and I am looking forward to see she goes next.
“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.