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252 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 9, 2016
The thing is, Dax is a temporary guy and I’m a forever girl, and the two didn’t go together. Ever.
“The thing is, Dax is a temporary guy and I’m a forever girl, and the two didn’t go together. Ever.”
FILTHY ENGLISH was such an adorable & sexy second-chance romance about two lost souls fighting to find their Happily Ever After with the one that got away!
What was it about him that made me so weak?
The answer was simple: Dax Blay was my Achilles heel, my one vulnerability.
Maybe he still wasn’t ready—but my love?—it was wild and crazy and wicked with a filthy need for him. I craved him, body, soul, and mind.
I don’t think I’d want to live if he died.
I don’t think I could carry on without knowing he was breathing.
“I—I don’t hate you. I could never in a million years hate you,” I whispered.
His eyes flicked to mine. Searching. He exhaled and tore his away. “Yeah? Well, you got a funny way of showing it.”
I bit down on my lips to keep the words in my heart from spilling out.
You can’t hate the first boy you ever loved.
She was my light, my breath. She was my Juliet.
Only we’d have a happy ending. I’d make sure of it.
“I want to be so deep inside you that nothing will ever tear us apart,”
“I’m scared, Remi. Fucking scared. You. Can. Hurt. Me.”
Dax is a temporary guy and I’m a forever girl, and the two didn’t go together. Ever.
There are no coincidences in life, only fate pushing you toward one another.
He was my imperfect soul mate, and every tiny thread in the universe had stitched my heart to his, piecing us together, fashioning us into something that was, in my mind, absolutely perfect.
“You can’t hate the first boy you ever loved.”
“I get it, Remi. You hate me. I’m a no-good irresponsible bastard.”
“I had a great plan, you know – the plan. Marry a responsible, nice guy, get my doctorate, discover a new bird species, take care of Malcolm, have four kids, but guess what? My plan is shit. My goals are shit. Even my back-up plan sucks. It’s flawed because the perfect guy decided I’m not the perfect choice for him.”
“He was my imperfect soul mate, and every tiny thread in the universe had stitched my heart to his, piecing us together, fashioning us into something that was, in my mind, absolutely perfect.”
“I’m scared, Remi. Fucking scared. You. Can. Hurt. Me.”