Are you ready to get Dirty?
Dirty is Book One in Kylie Scott’s Dive Bar Series.
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Blurb
The last thing Vaughan Hewson expects to find when he returns to his childhood home is a broken hearted bride in his shower, let alone the drama and chaos that comes with her.
Lydia Green doesn't know whether to burn down the church or sit and
cry in a corner. Discovering the love of your life is having an affair on your wedding day is bad enough. Finding out it's with his best man is another thing all together. She narrowly escapes tying the knot and meets Vaughan only hours later.
Vaughan is the exact opposite of the picture perfect, respected businessman she thought she'd marry. This former musician-turned-bartender is rough around the edges and unsettled. But she already tried Mr. Right and discovered he's all wrong-maybe it's time to give Mr. Right Now a chance.
After all, what's wrong with getting dirty?
A Review by Wendy
5 In the Kylie Scott Groove Stars
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To Do A Full Review, Or Not.... That is the question....should I hold back the goods....
Hell, No!
For this is Vintage Kylie Scott storytelling at its best. This is the Scott writing which drew me in with Lick and then made me actually do a real review with Play.
It was experiencing all the Yummy goodness of reading seriously complex characters written so well, you thought you could enter the backstage of the Staples Center and they would be waiting to perform. They weren't caricatures of Rock Gods...they were hysterically funny, sexy, caring and confusing Men/Children... and you wanted to know them, hang with them, yes dream of fucking them but also loving them with all their warts and all...
No, they didn't have any sexually transmitted diseases to worry about... Just beautiful, thick, extending dicks.... yes...lollypop time...and moves and grooves to make you howl... with an added benefit of unparalleled hand and mouth action....kissing lips, all kinds of lips...
But they were as real as Rock Stars could be and Scott created magic with outstanding humor, zaniness and heart. The Stage Dive series had magical moments in many of its books, some more than others for this reader. Yet in every single entry, they all had their bravery and Scott made us part of the journey from the first page.
Dirty (Dive Bar,#1) is no different.
It captures you even before the first page...The blurb sets the coaster on the bar...the cover art enhances the anticipation of the drink hitting your lips... and the first taste of the frosty concoction just barely coating your tongue and hitting your taste buds starts to explode into mind bubbles of glee....The taste is sharp, cuts through whatever you had thought was coming and adds an extra zing.
What we have is Lydia Green; a woman whose disconnected parents with their child-rearing skills and lack of affection have set her on a path which has her sitting in a over inflated Mc Mansion master bedroom about to marry a man who systematically pursued, wooed and made her believe he was her happy ever after.
He fit all the rules she had been lead to believe would make it so:
He was a part of his family's successful Real Estate company
He wooed her, not pushing for anything inappropriate
He texted her in the morning and then a good night,every night
He was polite, caring and promised the dream...all in the FOUR MONTHS of her moving here
Wasn't that supposed to be the perfect...
Especially for a woman who was not the cookie cutter image of J.Crew or Ralph Lauren...Who had curves, breasts and thighs like most of the womanhood had...
So we meet this accomplished real estate professional as she is seeing the reality of her life playing on a smartphone with the soundtrack of moans...visuals of groping between her minutes-away-soon-to-be-husband and his best man....Lydia is stunned, yet also realizing she was not about to let this be her life. Like in all the movies, she figures out a way to run... to escape and somehow just like in fairy-tales, she goes over woods and through the glen and finds her hideout to regroup.
If that sounds vague, it is.
Due to the wonder of reading this specific section. Never let it be said I would take that pleasure away from you.
Lydia finds herself in the bathroom of the little house that backs up to the one she ran from...she is sitting in the tub trying to gather her thoughts....she has no idea of how much time has passed ... did she blank out while crying...it doesn't matter because now noise of a person in the other room has her on alert...The door opens and a hand reaches into the shower/tub area turning on the shower...Yes... water is now falling on her in her disheveled wedding dress, ripped stockings and bruised face...running for your life will cause all of that...
As she sits there trying to figure out how to explain her presence, the curtain is flung open and Lydia meets Vaughan Hewson in all his glory.
Time out for a Moment..
Let's just say all of the things you read about him in Deep is front and center in this scene. Again, this is another fabulous moment you can ponder and imagine...I will tell you the reading experience is worth the price of admission
Vaughan Hewson, V-man ... the bass player for the opening band for Stage Dive on their last tour. We had a taste of him, were very intrigued and here he is...confronted with a woman in his tub looking like she has been on the Amazing Race without any assistance from her team-mates...
The timing couldn't be worse...he just arrived from a crappy flight, driving to get here and collapse. He doesn't even want to be here... it is his family's home... but all of the memories and good feelings it should stimulate...are lost to the heartbreak of his parents' death. The only saving grace was they both died together in a terrible weather related car accident. Vaughan was hit hard and escaped from the pain by not being around the home or even his sister. He couldn't be around the town or in the house without everything flooding back... it was too much. But now he has no choice... the band is no longer... meaning the money for the mortgage isn't there. He hopes he won't have to sell...but this woman is in his tub... so as tired as he is...he will have to deal with her...
Lydia seems to have lost her words...Once the two of them are out of the bathroom and into the kitchen, she begins to explain the deal. It all comes out... the wooing, the "sweet, polite kisses" and then it seems once she starts talking she doesn't stop. She doesn't quite understand it, but she is more comfortable around Tattooed, Bad Boy Vaughan then she has ever felt with anyone else. The both of them slip into an easy way and Vaughan being from the area, puts two and two together and shares more information about her ex-fiance as they all went to high school together.
This is good; painful because now she knows she really was targeted by his family and the swine but comes in handy when things escalate. Also, Vaughan being a "what you see is what you get" type of fella...has given her a sense of self...to move on and just realize how worthy she is...
This story has so many pieces. We have the budding friendship of Lydia and Vaughan...and what exactly will it be...Both of them are at a fork in their emotional roads... It takes some hard realizations for the both of them to make it over this obstacle course called life. They are lucky, though, because the people who surround them have helping hands out...to get them over the really tough stuff. The best, though, is knowing the hands are there... but being able to pull yourself through it on your own.
Then we meet all of the characters who will inhabit the Dirty Bar series. The intros are classic Scott- Real, Fun, Gut-wrenching, full of back stories and heart. There is so much given... with equal amounts teased... for us to want more... More of Vaughan's sister Nell... more of Andre, Pat, Eric and even a possible love story for the asshole ex-fiance...Hey it is Scott- she could make him redeemable....
This new series will have all of the Stage Dive fans so happy...because it wouldn't be a Scott book without some tease and delivery of a Mal Sighting....yup... my fav is there and may be making other visits too....
So I hope I gave you enough to hold on...Your entry into Dirty (Dive Bar#1) will be here before you know it.
A gifted copy was provided by the author/publisher for an honest review
Excerpt
“Once upon a time,” he began, voice low and measured. “There was a princess. A beautiful, occasionally annoying princess.”“What was her name?”
“Ah, Notlydia.”
I frowned. “Her name is Notlydia?”
“You wanted a story, I’m giving you one. Shut up.”
“Whatever.”
An even heavier sigh from the man. “Anyhoo, Notlydia was all set up to marry this prince. We’ll call him Prince Bag of Dicks.”
“Works for me.”
“But on the day of her wedding, when she was wearing this sweet dress that served her tits up like they were a fucking platter—”
“Is this an R-rated story?”
“Please,” he said, sliding an arm around my bare waist. And I let him. “R is for rubbish. If you don’t get to see any penetration then you’re wasting your time. This is XXX.”
I laughed.
“So on the day of her wedding to Prince Bag of Dicks, Notlydia kisses him and he turns into a big slimy two-headed toad with terrible breath and even worse foot odor.”
“Whoa.” I rested my head back against his shoulder. “Poor Notlydia.”
“Hell of a plot twist, right?”
“Never saw that one coming.”
“Mm.” He rested his cheek against the top of my head.
“What happens next?”
“Well, she’s completely freaked out, of course.”
“Of course.”
“And she takes off into the woods. She’s running through bushes, jumping fences, climbing trees, you name it. Nothing’s going to stop her from getting the hell away from that toad, Prince Bag of
Dicks.” He took a sip of beer. “Unfortunately, she loses her fancy dress along the way. She’s just down to some skimpy underwear and a corset and with all that jogging through the forest, it’s barely holding her in. One decent breath and there’s going to be nipple out there for all the world to see.
Did I happen to mention she’d been voted Best Rack in the kingdom four years running? Anyway, eventually she finds this small cottage. Now, what you don’t know about Notlydia is that she has a shady past.”I tried to look up at him. But with the angle, all I got was stubble and cheekbone. “That doesn’t sound like Notlydia.”
“Be quiet.” A hand covered my mouth. “Notlydia’s a dirty, dirty girl. Got a bad side like you wouldn’t believe. A little breaking and entering is nothing to her. So into the house she goes. But she’s all muddy from running through the woods, see? She can’t let people see her like this, she’s a princess, for fuck’s sake.”
The hand remained over my mouth. Which was fine, I had nothing to add to his pornographic fairy tale.
“Notlydia gets in the shower and starts soaping herself. There’s lots of bubbles and steam, and she’s a modern woman so there’s a bit of self-love. She even finds time to wash her hair, shave under her pits. Things like that. But then the owner of the cottage wakes up and hears the water running. He stomps into the bathroom saying, someone’s using up my hot water. Notlydia cries out, not me, not me.”
He craned his neck, meeting my gaze. “See, babe, what did I tell you? That Notlydia is a filthy little liar.”
I looked up to heaven. No help was forthcoming.
“Someone’s using up all my soap, says the owner. Not me, not me, cries Notlydia.” He put his lips next to my ear. “She should be ashamed of herself, shouldn’t she? If ever a busty princess deserved a spanking.”
I bit at the palm of his hand, teeth catching at the fleshy mound beneath his thumb.
“Ow.” He laughed, pulling his hand free. “Then the owner said, someone’s been fingering herself in my shower.”
“Stop!” I put my hands over my ears, trying desperately to hold in my laughter. “This is the worst story ever. The Brothers Grimm are rolling over in their graves.”
“Notlydia throws back the shower curtain and says, oh yeah, big boy, that was me. Come and get it. And they have wild sex all over the cottage.” Vaughan’s body jerked beneath mine as he laughed his ass off. “The end.”
“No way. Notlydia is virtuous and pure. She’d never pull that sort of shit.”
“Nah.” He chuckled. “It all happened exactly as I said. Dirtiest princess in all the land.”
“Like hell. The owner of that cottage was a pervert and a deviant. Why, he would have picked the lock on a chastity belt. She never stood a chance.” Difficult to maintain my pious stance, given I’d started laughing so hard tears were pouring down my cheeks. The funny bastard. “I want to know more about this cottage owner. What’s his name?”
“I don’t know. Let me think . . .” He rested his chin back on top of my head. “He definitely isn’t Prince Charming.”
“He could be!”
Silence.
“If he wanted to. Or not. Whatever,” I added weakly. Crap. “Let’s go back to not talking.”
I was a moron.
We’d been all relaxed and laughing. Me and my idiot mouth. Way to go, Lydia. Just shout out any old impossible daydream to the dude who’s made it clear there was no future “we.” If someone could just direct me to the nearest brick wall, I’d knock a little sense into myself.On the other hand, it was two stupid words. Surely he could have ignored the last hundred years of Disney perpetuating slick-haired young royals gallivanting around the countryside saving hot babes in distress. For the sake of getting along. God knows, Chris never had any problems ignoring or placating me. I’d seen his thoughtless gorgeous smile aimed my way a hundred times. No, a thousand. If only I’d recognized it for what it was.
Ugh. Just the thought of it made me want to punch the douche all over again.
Maybe I needed a bit more than a week to get over that catastrophe. The money would help. Substantially. I’d never imagined that compromising my morals and taking hush money from such foul woe-begotten assholes would feel so good. Maybe I should sell out more often.
“This, ah, this Prince Charming of yours,” he said haltingly.
“Yes?”
Vaughan shifted beneath me, pushing out a heavy breath. “I mean, it doesn’t make sense, does it? Why would he be in a cottage instead of a castle?”
“Well . . . his parents, the king and queen of the neighboring kingdom, died in a terrible accident.”
I stayed perfectly still, waiting to see how he’d react.
“I see.”
“And it hurt him so bad he just, he didn’t want to be a prince anymore.”
Nothing from him.
“Bad things happen in fairy tales sometimes.”
A grunt.
“It’s not fair, but it happens,” I said, feeling my way with more caution than skill. “The prince loved his parents and the castle had too many memories.”
“Hmm.”
“So he ran away into the woods too.”
“Doesn’t sound like much of a prince if he can’t handle his shit,” he said.
“Princes are just men too, human beings. I don’t think a crown or a penis gives you magical invulnerability to loss and pain.” I stared at the wall, thinking the problem through. “Life is hard.
Terrible things happen. We all have feelings. We’re all just flesh and blood, trying to do our best.”
“Running away from problems isn’t doing your best.” His voice echoed around the small room, the same as around in my head.
What with holding the Coeur d’Alene title for runaway bride of the year, I had no answer. None at all. So much for my half-assed wisdom.
About the Author:
Kylie is a long time fan of erotic love stories and B-grade horror films. She demands a happy ending and if blood and carnage occur along the way then all the better. Based in Queensland, Australia with her two children and one delightful husband, she reads, writes and never dithers around on the internet.
Kylie is represented by Amy Tannenbaum at the Jane Rotrosen Agency, New York.
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