Dirty Filthy Rich Men- My review ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️



I don’t usually complain or rant but there, I have to. I am so upset that I have to wait so long to read the final conclusion of Donovan and Sabrina’s story- I am not kidding, I hate it! I do not know why I put myself through this again as I hate cliffhanger but this book…. It broke me and left me desperately craving for more. I have all the book hangover signs and that’s Laurelin Paige’s fault! Here is the warning- Dirty Filthy Men is a story that just grabs you from the first few pages and does not let you think about anything else even days after you finished reading it.

Now my review LOL

From the moment you pick up this book, you are sucked into Donovan and Sabrina’s story.
This book was amazing!!! But by now, you know that 😉 I couldn’t put it down!!! The relationship between Donovan and Sabrina was … Yeah, I think you get the point.

“There were men who were intended for futures, and there were men who were intended for filth. Donovan was intended for filth.”

Sabrina fantasised about Weston, the hottest rich guy in Harvard. She is inconsequential and knows that she does not belong to his world, and that she is not his type. So one night, she goes to one of his famous party and she speaks for the first time to her “teacher’s assistant” and Weston’s best friend Donovan Kincaid. That night, Sabrina’s life was turned upside down emotionally and physically. She was saved by Donovan and it all began there…

10 years later, Sabrina gets a new job opportunity that she could not turn down, even if it means being dragged into Donovan and Weston’s world again. She meets again Donovan, the gorgeous, sex-crazed, magnetic billionaire with a few skeletons in his own closet. Together they start a relationship that goes from fucking whenever HE wants, to something a lot more. Along the way, their own issues provide the constant drama.

Donovan is possessive, rough, controlling, jealous and yet he manages to be extremely compelling. I fell for him and in all honesty, I did not see that coming, as I thought he was a first class jerk when I was introduced to him. Their “relationship” is sexy, tortured and it’s honest (ish) and upfront.

“I didn’t want to notice you,” he said so quietly it was almost a whisper. “And now I don’t know how not to.”

The sex is off the charts!!!But the main reason the sex works so well is because the characters are mentally fucking each other as well. They have palpable chemistry that goes beyond the physical and that adds another layer to the act and to the book as a whole.

The supporting characters in the book are great, from Weston to Elizabeth to Ashley. They are all fairly fleshed-out and bring real depth to the story.
Dirty Filthy Rich Men was the perfect blend of HOTNESS , and seriously tortured Alpha hero (and heroine).
“He knew the secret I hid behind smiles and nods, and now I knew the agony he hid behind ice and steel.”

It is incredibly well written and will captivate you from page one. I read it in a day on total lock down, and now I’m hanging out for the next one!

Dirty Filthy Rich Men, an all-new sexy, contemporary romance from NYT Bestseller Laurelin Paige is available now!!!


Dirty Filthy Rich Men by Laurelin Paige
Genre: Contemporary Romance

From NYT Bestselling author Laurelin Paige, discover a whole new world filled with sex, love, power, romance and dirty, filthy rich men.

When I met Donovan Kincaid, I knew he was rich. I didn’t know he was filthy. Truth be told, I was only trying to get his best friend to notice me.

I knew poor scholarship girls like me didn’t stand a chance against guys like Weston King and Donovan Kincaid, but I was in love with his world, their world, of parties and sex and power. I knew what I wanted—I knew who I wanted—until one night, their world tried to bite me back and Donovan saved me. He saved me, and then Weston finally noticed me, and I finally learned what it was to be in their world.

And then what it was like to lose it.

Ten years later, I’ve found my way back. Back to their world. Back to him.

This time, I’m ready. I’ve been down this road before, and I know all the dirty, filthy ways Donovan will try and wreck me.

But it’s hard to resist. Especially when I know how much I’ll like it.



After she was gone, I walked over to the windows and drank in the scene. The Town Center was high enough that it had an unblocked view of downtown Manhattan, Brooklyn, and beyond.

Giddiness surged through me, starting like a pinprick at my center and moving out through my veins in all directions until even my fingers and toes felt warm.

I was really here.

I made it.

It wasn’t the way I thought it would be, but in the end, it still came out of my time at Harvard. I’d always known that connections made the difference in a career, and here I was. Finally. At the top of the world, looking out.

I couldn’t stop grinning.

“It’s incredible, isn’t it?” a male voice came from behind me.

Still smiling, I glanced up and caught his reflection in the window.

And everything disappeared.

The world that had buzzed below, the beautiful scene, the excitement that had unfurled through my body—all of it evaporated and all that existed in its place was a pale, hollow shell of myself and the man in the perfectly tailored suit behind me.

I turned to look at him directly. Our gazes smashed together, and my legs nearly fell out from under me.

“Donovan,” I rasped. It was a miracle that I managed to find enough voice to say that much.

And there was so much more that had to be said. So much more that I hadn’t prepared for. Which was ridiculous since I’d talked to him so many times in my head over the years, practiced so many conversations, but never did he show up out of the blue looking so dastardly handsome in a dark gray three-piece suit, his face rugged with scruff, his eyes hazel and earnest despite the playful smirk on his lips.

I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. I wasn’t even sure how to breathe anymore.

He broke our gaze to nod out the window at the skyline, walking toward me as he said, “I’m sure you found the Empire.”

Though his focus was now on the scenery, I didn’t take my eyes off him as he approached. He didn’t stop until he was right beside me. So close our shoulders would touch if I coughed. Tension ran off him like foam spilling over from a mug of beer. Good tension. Bad tension. I wasn’t sure if there was a difference when it came to Donovan.

Which was why I was screwed if he was here.

Why the hell was he here?

“I thought you were in Tokyo.” I couldn’t stop staring at him. He’d gotten more refined with age, and rougher at the same time. His hair was short and his curls gone, giving him a polished look he lacked before. The lines by his eyes were more defined and his expression seemed harder than I’d remembered. It made him sexier.

As if he was a man who needed to be sexier than the one I knew.

“I came back two months ago,” he said offhandedly. “That’s it right there.” He leaned his face in close to mine as he pointed to the famous structure. “Do you see it?”

Fuck if I cared about the Empire. I was in Donovan Kincaid’s orbit. What else was there in the world?



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About the Author:

USA Today and New York Times Bestselling Author Laurelin Paige is a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there’s kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters. Her husband doesn’t seem to complain, however. When she isn’t reading or writing sexy stories, she’s probably singing, watching Game of Thrones or The Walking Dead, or dreaming of Michael Fassbender. She’s also a proud member of Mensa International though she doesn’t do anything with the organization except use it as material for her bio. She is represented by Rebecca Friedman.

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