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☆★☆Play Dirty by L.P. Maxa : Release Blitz + 5KINK ARC Review☆★☆

We are excited to participate in the new release blitz for Play Dirty by L. P. Maxa, Book #2 in her rockstar romance The Devil’s Share series.

Title: Play Dirty
Series: The Devil’s Share #2
Release Date: November 11, 2015
Author: L.P. Maxa
Publisher: Boroughs Publishing Group
Genre: Contemporary Romance

 Blurb

PILLS. PAIN. LOSS. LOVE.

Smith James doesn’t need drugs. He just likes them a whole lot. And as bassist for the Devil’s Share, they are easy to come by. So are the women. With a steady supply of both he doesn’t have to think too hard about his past. But when a beautiful physician’s assistant joins the tour, Smith can’t help but want…more.

After watching her high school boyfriend OD, there is no way Dylan Lawson is going to fall for a rock star with a tenuous hold on sobriety, no matter how sexy his New Orleans drawl. She’s been hired to do one job: monitor the health of the lead singer’s girlfriend and her unborn baby. But once Smith flashes that sweet, vulnerable smile, Dylan can’t help but want…more.

And more is what they’ll get. Love on tour is never simple, and with a music festival in Smith’s hometown, a place he’s avoided for years, near his illiterate, abusive, meth-addled father, Smith is one bad night away from a relapse. But with her heart already lost, Dylan is willing to do whatever is necessary to save him—even play a little dirty.

Rockstar Review

Sex. Drugs. Rock n Roll.

Yeah, we have heard it before. It’s so cliché, but it’s true of this story. I love rock star romance. It’s a favorite subgenre. However, in my history of reading rock star romances, many authors manage to create a hero who is mainly “anti-drug use” and that’s what I have come to expect when reading.

“Once upon a time, in a faraway land of booze and p***y lived a sexy badass bass guitarist…”

The hero of this story is Smith James, a recreational drug user who has the hots for Dylan Lawson, the physician’s assistant on the tour. I was not expecting to like him because of this one vice. What I got instead, was

“Unexpected, and by surprise. Perfect.”

Meet Smith James, aka Sex God and Prophylactic police. All the things you need for a wicked good, kiss-ass read.  It’s tough to resist a sweet Smith, even worse a dirty talking sex god with a t-shirt as proof.

Play Dirty lives up to its title during the bouts of smexy times between Dylan and Smith. It’s explicit and makes Dylan crave more of Smith. Somehow, his use of the dirty language makes her feel cherish and love. Speaking of  love, Smith’s declaration to Dylan is awesome. It’s to die for sweet, romantic, sexy and swoon worthy.

This was a 4 star read until Dylan shows her true colors toward the end of the book. This chick is a total badass! Out from nowhere she dwarfs from “all work and no play” to “do your worse”.

Boom! That’s Dylan dropping some knowledge on Smith’s family and making this a 5 KINK review. But you didn’t hear it from me. Just read it for yourself.
Now bring on Luke and Jacks’ stories. I can NOT wait for long.

5 KINK Review
ARC provided by Author/Publisher in exchange for an honest review

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Excerpt

The bathroom door opened and Dylan stepped out, wearing nothing but a towel around her body with her long dark hair piled on top of her head. There were still water droplets running down her skin from her shower. Holy fuck, the desire to lick them off was so strong I took a step towards her.

“You’re back.” Dylan looked from me to the door, almost like she was surprised to see me.

“Yeah, the reporters were crazy…took me a little while to push my way through. Dash was right to hire more security…” I let my words trail off. The sight of her in her towel was making my brain short circuit. “Were you going to bed?”

She gripped her towel tighter and nodded her head. “Yeah, I…I figured you guys would be out late…So…”

This was ridiculous. We both seem nervous and unsure of what to say. Plus, I’m sure the sexual tension coming off my body was making her uncomfortable as fuck. I glanced towards the bathroom again. My pills were so close, I could take two and down half a bottle of whiskey and then I wouldn’t feel anything until morning.

Dylan cleared her throat. “Are you okay? You just look a little…do you feel okay?”

Yep, my mask slipped and she saw it right away. “I feel great.” I smiled, probably too big to be real. “Just tired after the show. It takes a lot of energy to look that good up there.” I winked, for added affect.

She nodded, slowly. “Yeah, I’m sure it does…” She shifted her weight from one foot to the other. “Are you, uh, I mean, are you going to sleep?”

I could say yes, I should say yes. I should just go take a shower and take some pills and climb into my bunk. I wouldn’t need to fake a smile; I wouldn’t need to pretend to be okay. I could just fall apart in my bed, all by myself. It might be a mistake, but for some reason, the need to be next to her seemed to outweigh my need for numbness. “No. I was, uh, why don’t you go put on some clothes and we can watch a movie.”

She eyed me with her head cocked to the side, like she couldn’t figure out if I was joking or not.

I raised an eyebrow. “Or you could just stand there in your towel and keep staring at me. I’m enjoying the view.” I added another wink.

It must be the wink that did her in because she rolled her eyes and nodded her head. “Yeah, okay. Just let me change real quickly.” She grabbed some clothes and went back into the bathroom.

“Oh for fucks sake, that was the most uncomfortable conversation I’ve ever had to sit through! You’ve been stuttering since Dylan walked out of the bathroom.” Luke sat up and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Awww, Sleeping Beauty decided to wake up?” I went with sarcasm, when all I really wanted to do was grab him by the shirt and send him flying out the room. I wanted Dylan all to myself.

“How could I sleep through that awkward as fuck exchange?” He got up and cracked his neck to either side. “Since when do you have a hard time talking to girls?”

I shrugged. I didn’t want to answer him honestly; since the girl I was talking to was Dylan.

“I’m going to bed. I hope for your sake, your skills return before she thinks you’ve had a stroke.”

When she came out a second later all the air left my lungs. She was wearing some loose black pants that looked softer than silk and hung dangerously low on her hips with a tight white tank top that made her skin look more tan than olive. Her hair was still a mess on top of her head, and most of her makeup was gone. But I had never in my life seen anyone more beautiful. And it was in that moment that I knew, without a doubt, that a quick roll in hay wasn’t going to get this girl out of my system.

Author Bio

L.P. Maxa lives in Austin Texas with her husband, daughter, 3 rescue dogs, 1 stray cat, and 1 fish that keeps dying that she keeps replacing so her toddler doesn’t notice. L.P. loves reading Romance novels as much as she loves writing them. She says that inspiration can come from anywhere; a song lyric, a quote, a weekend with friends. The tiniest things spark amazing stories.

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