Book Review: Dirty Filthy Rich Men, Dirty Duet #1 by Laurelin Paige

Dirty Filthy Rich Men Book Cover Dirty Filthy Rich Men
Dirty Duet #1
Laurelin Paige
Contemporary Romance
March 27th 2017

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.

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

My review

My review on Goodreads + teaser

4.5 stars. Thrilling rollercoaster with a dirty filthy rich men! After an incredible novella, this book was the most anticipated book in the coming week for me. I was hooked and can’t wait to read what happens next. And I wasn’t disappointed because it was a real rollercoaster of emotions.

About the plot: Although this is the first book everything that happened in the first chapter sounds like a spoiler. My short review of free novella Dirty Filthy Rich Boys is here . Now ten years later Sabrina meets with Weston and Donovan again, and even begins to work for them. She starts to live the life she has always dreamed of, but one of the men in particular doesn’t make her life easier.

“I’d never been with a man who made me feel so completely turned on, as though every single one of my arousal buttons had been hit and not just one or two.”

Final thoughts: Wicked fantasies, plenty of twists and turns, hot scenes and angst. You must be ready that Donovan is asshole hero, not someone to whom you will be sigh and swoon. He is tough and maybe even cruel. But you can see something more in him, and I really, really like it.

“His lips were frantic and frenzied against mine, as though no matter how much I gave him— and I gave him everything— it wasn’t enough. It could never be enough.”

Maybe not for everyone, some scenes may be disturbing, but it is incredibly electrifying and you want more and more. It is also definitely frustrating, not once you will want to throw this book on the wall (watch your kindle) and dnf it. Although I think the obsession with Donovan will win until it’s over. Even when he behaves like a maniac.

“I was thirsty but not for what I was drinking. There was only one thing I wanted to taste on my lips, and if I couldn’t have that then I didn’t want anything.”

My biggest problem is the heroine. No offense to anyone, but the very name annoys me. I really hope that this girl will stand for herself at the end. What I enjoyed about her, is how she discovered her sexuality and with small steps ceased to be ashamed of it.

“I’d let a dangerous devil in my bed. A dangerous devil who’d once been my savior.”

So why this rating? Not many books these days cause such emotions in me, so it is worth to appreciate something that affects you and what you’ll remember for a longer time. And at the very end, I really enjoyed it. I don’t know how I stand the waiting for the next part. But don’t let this discourage you. I think, it’s worth 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?


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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