Walking out on my wedding wasn’t my best idea.
Neither was throwing my cell in the lake and taking a job as PA for Dirty B, America’s favorite rock band, complete with every teen girl’s dream man, the eldest of the Burke brothers.
Tate Burke is pure sex. Women actually throw their panties at him during shows. And Ella Dawson is the lucky little thing that gets to escort their fangirling butts out when he’s done with them.
Yay.
He’s a cocky son of a bitch, but there’s more to him than meets the eye. Every now and then Ella gets a rare glimpse of the Tate behind the “bad boy” act, and it attracts her in the most annoying way. The most annoying, heart-thumping, panty-wetting way.
When her abusive ex turns up at the hotel room Ella and Tate are sharing, raging mad, she knows she’ll need more than just a little protection. Tate sees red, and Ella can’t help but lean on him, despite his bad-boy ways.
And now? Now, he’s in a whole lot of trouble.
Dirty Past is book two in The Burke Brothers Series with just as much if not more angst then Dirty Secret. I didn't know how Emma Hart would be able to have one of the remaining Burke Brothers steal my heart more than Connor Burke did, but let me tell you that she surpassed any expectations I even thought to have with Tate Burke. This book was a 4 star read for me and I CANNOT wait for the next one because I know without a doubt it will even better than the last two!!
Ella Dawson is running from a present that she no longer wants to be a part of, what it means to be one of societies wealthy and how you have to fall in line with what is expected of you even if what is expected is the last thing that you could want and especially need in your life. Running out just days before her wedding; she accepts a position as Tate Burke's personal assistant, a job that she would be able to excel at easily and where no one from the Hamptons would ever look for her. Ella has no intention of getting involved with a man again, not after everything that happened with her fiance and what it took for her to walk away from it all. But she didn't intend for Tate to stir up feelings that she never wanted to have, not for a tattoo bad-ass rocker who goes through women like he changes his boxer briefs.
Tate Burke and his brother's have one rule, they do not fuck the help. And up until Ella Dawson walked into his life as his personal assistant did he ever have problems following that rule. Knowing that she was almost too good for the job and way overqualified, he hoped that he sense that she was running from something serious was way off base, until the night that he walks in on her giving herself a pretty serious pep talk in the bathroom and is shocked by what he sees. With his need to protect her and call her his own becoming stronger than ever, Tate needs to handle Ella with a little less attitude and a little more caring if he wants her in his bed, on a permanent basis.
The banter between Tate and Ella was amazing and I could almost picture standing there next to them while they were arguing with each other, which is what they did best throughout the entire book. I loved the fact that the reader was able to see how Connor and Sophie's relationship had developed and of course their beautiful daughter and the incredible dynamic that she brought to the group, even the body guards had a soft spot for the amazing little girl.
If you want a book where you can laugh, cry, have your heart broken for the characters but slowly put back together in a way that only Emma Hart can accomplish then this book and this series is for you! I suggest you start reading about these rocker brothers ASAP because I promise that you won't be disappointed.
Ella Dawson is running from a present that she no longer wants to be a part of, what it means to be one of societies wealthy and how you have to fall in line with what is expected of you even if what is expected is the last thing that you could want and especially need in your life. Running out just days before her wedding; she accepts a position as Tate Burke's personal assistant, a job that she would be able to excel at easily and where no one from the Hamptons would ever look for her. Ella has no intention of getting involved with a man again, not after everything that happened with her fiance and what it took for her to walk away from it all. But she didn't intend for Tate to stir up feelings that she never wanted to have, not for a tattoo bad-ass rocker who goes through women like he changes his boxer briefs.
Tate Burke and his brother's have one rule, they do not fuck the help. And up until Ella Dawson walked into his life as his personal assistant did he ever have problems following that rule. Knowing that she was almost too good for the job and way overqualified, he hoped that he sense that she was running from something serious was way off base, until the night that he walks in on her giving herself a pretty serious pep talk in the bathroom and is shocked by what he sees. With his need to protect her and call her his own becoming stronger than ever, Tate needs to handle Ella with a little less attitude and a little more caring if he wants her in his bed, on a permanent basis.
The banter between Tate and Ella was amazing and I could almost picture standing there next to them while they were arguing with each other, which is what they did best throughout the entire book. I loved the fact that the reader was able to see how Connor and Sophie's relationship had developed and of course their beautiful daughter and the incredible dynamic that she brought to the group, even the body guards had a soft spot for the amazing little girl.
If you want a book where you can laugh, cry, have your heart broken for the characters but slowly put back together in a way that only Emma Hart can accomplish then this book and this series is for you! I suggest you start reading about these rocker brothers ASAP because I promise that you won't be disappointed.
“Tate. I don’t…” she draws in a deep breath, and her fingers brush against my forearm.
“You don’t, what, darlin’?” I sink my fingers into her hair.
“Think you should… I should… we should… um,” she pauses, “do this. It’s not right.”
I laugh low, because nothing has ever felt as right as kissing her, and I touch my lips to hers. A sharp squeak buzzes through our connection, and I tug lightly on her bottom lip with my teeth. Fuck, she tastes sweet, like candy and Moscato wine, like summer breaking through a fall day.
She grabs my bare sides and I lean into her more, pushing her back onto the sofa. She goes with me, her grip on me tightening. Our bodies fall flush together, and as I kiss her deeper, swiping my tongue against her bottom lip, she eases her hands around to my back.
Her hands are soft and so fucking warm, each touch is a burning trail across my skin, one I feel tingling everywhere, because, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Too many girls, kisses, touches. None like this.
No softness beneath me, no hot fingertips against me, no deliciously sweet lips against mine.
No Ella.
“Wrong,” she breathes.
“You afraid?” I whisper.
She inhales sharply, but she shakes her head. “No.”
“Then it ain’t wrong, darlin’.” My mouth descends on hers once again, and I sweep my lips across hers. Her body is responding, slightly arching into me, but it’s her mouth, her kiss, that fucking consumes me.
Her tongue meeting and battling mine sends me into another fucking dimension, some ten million light years above ours. Consuming me, fucking with me, she drives me crazy yet again.
My bell rings, finally, after many protestations from Barbie. I open the door to Ella, looking tired yet fresh, and Carlos. I meet his eyes. “Get her out.” I nod toward Blondie.
“Tate? What?”
I stare at Ella as the blonde chick is removed. Clingy bitches. Rolling my shoulders, I rest my hands either side of the doorframe, and ask Ella, “How’d you find tonight?”
She steps back. “It was awesome until you called me to clean up your mess.”
“It’s in your contract, darlin’.”
Her eyes spark with annoyance. “Actually, it says nothing about removing your entertainment.”
I lean forward. “Then I’ll make a note to amend it in the mornin’. And, for what it’s worth, that wasn’t cleaning up my mess. If I wanted you to do that I woulda called you five minutes earlier and had you in the fuckin’ shower with me, Els.” My eyes ghost down her body, lingering at her full breasts and toned thighs.
Thinking of her in the shower, naked and wet, is doing fuck all for the erection I can’t get rid of. In fact, it’s downright painful right now.
She stares at me stonily, that annoyed spark flaring into full-fledged anger. “Believe me, Mr. Burke, if the impossible happens and you somehow get me in a shower with you, I’d probably drown you, not clean you.”
“Tate. My name is Tate.”
“And mine is Ella.”
“I can pay for mine.”
“Sure you can, but I’ve done it now.”
“I’m paying you back.”
“I’m sure you will, Els.”
“Will you stop calling me that?”
“Will you stop lyin’ about why you’re here?”
I inhale slowly when he opens the trunk and puts the shopping in. “I’m not lying.”
“Mhmm.” He pushes the cart to the security guy, who wheels it over the cart shelter. Then he walks to me, slowly, and reaches around my body to the car door. With his fingers curled around the door handle, he leans his face toward mine. “Then why,” he whispers, “don’t you look at me when you tell me?”
I avert my eyes to the side, saying nothing. He’s standing so close to me, and he smells good. Like, really good. Like coffee and cinnamon—warm and comforting. Nothing like the harsh cologne Matthew used to wear, and definitely nothing like the whiskey and cigarette smoke he occasionally smelled like.
“Huh?” he prompts, his voice still a gentle breezing whisper. “That’s what I thought.”
“Leave it alone,” I reply, finally bringing my eyes to meet his. They’re burning into me, thrilling and scary, and it’s all I can do to ignore the shiver that cascades its way down my spine. “Please,” I finish quieter.
“Never.” He steps forward. There’s barely a breath of space between our bodies, and my heart is pounding double-time, but I don’t know why, because this is wrong, he’s wrong. “I will get it out of you, Ella Dawson. I’m dyin’ to know why a pretty little city girl like you is slumming it on a tour bus with a boy band. And, darlin’…” He runs his thumb along my jaw. “I will get it out of you, even if you’re on your back beneath me when I do.”
I swallow the lump in my throat. “Still not happening.”
“The telling or the fucking?”
Defiantly, I stare at him, despite the quivering of my hands. “Neither.”
DIRTY SECRET
Conner Burke never expected Sofie Callahan to come back.
Where she’s been for the last two and half years is a mystery, and so is the reason she left in the first place. Now, though, she’s back in their hometown of Shelton Bay, South Carolina, at the same time Conner’s band Dirty B is home on a tour break.
Sofie Callahan has spent the months since her father’s death avoiding anything to do with her home town. But with her brother in Afghanistan, she has no choice but to return and sort out her father’s house, even if it means facing the boy she fell in love with and revealing the reason she left.
Conner has questions, and when his broken heart and her guilty one collide, Sofie has to start answering them. Their present is rocky, their future unknown. Only one thing is certain:
Sofie’s daughter will change everything.
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By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies - usually wine - and writes books.
Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love.
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