Chelsey Young’s dad was a rock star. Glamorous, right? But late nights, frequent travelling, and watching endless women rub their bodies against Lukas Young’s in a bid for his attention wasn’t exactly how Chelsey planned to spend her senior year of high school.
So when Kye Burke, of the ultra-sexy band Dirty B, sets his sights on Chelsey, she figures the best way to get him off her back is by taking his sexy butt to bed.
But after one night together, Kye has no intention of staying away from Chelsey, especially when she’s kissing him one minute then pushing him away the next. From watching her father, Chelsey knows the rock star lifestyle that Kye leads—being away for long stretches of time, girls throwing themselves at him on the regular, shirtless photos showing up in his inbox ten times a day. She wants no part of it.
Kye is determined for Chelsey to get to know him, the real him behind the rock star persona. But that isn’t so easy when Kye’s schedule will take him away for days, weeks, even a month or two at a time, which is a dealbreaker for Chelsey. Long distance means temptation to stray, and infidelity was the reason her own parents split. She knows it’s not fair to project her own insecurities onto Kye, but some things are unavoidable.
But Kye Burke isn’t Lukas Young.
And, distance or not, he’s going to damn well prove it.
HE is here! The last single Burke brother, Kye Burke has arrived in Dirty Tricks. My oh my does this sex on a stick have some tricks up his sleeve.
Now I love all the Burke boys I really do, but something about Kye is different. He is sweet, sexy, a complete prankster and to me, he really isn’t anything like his brothers. He is protective, demanding and someone you just can’t walk away from.
Chelsey feels abandoned by the one person who was supposed to always be there for her, her father. Because of that betrayal she shy’s away from Kye Burke. She refuses to live that kind of life again. A life of being in the limelight, on the road, the distance. She wants no parts of it whatsoever. But our boy Kye has his sights set and once the Burke Brothers get something in their sights, they won’t just waltz away. In true Burke fashion, Kye is on a mission. A mission to get what he wants, to show her that he is not like her father. To show her that he can be the man she needs. He’s willing to do anything to make it happen. The whole family is on board to finally make some changes and it’s a fantastic ride people!
“When the Burke boys love, they love with everything they have and are. When the Burke boys love, they love forever.”
That quote ^^ perfectly sums up these boys. THAT quote is EVERYTHING.
I am head over heels in love with Kye Burke. I mean seriously. Tall, lean, sexy tatted up man who is compassionate while keeping it light. Each Burke brother has qualities that I fell in love with and Kye is no different. Emma Hart gives us men that you can’t help but love. And the ladies in these stories? You love just as much. The banter between them all is hysterical. Oh and let’s not forget little Mila. I love her to pieces. I wish I could keep her and Bunna for myself!
While I am so sad to see this series come to an end, I can happily say it was one helluva ride with the Burke Brothers. I loved each and every story, I love the writing style and I simply just love the Burke Brothers. Scratch that, I love each and every character in these books! Thank you Emma for keeping all the characters present in each and every story. I felt like it’s been a never ending whirlwind of a story with these characters.. Yes I know I said Love like a bajillion times but it’s true. This is one of those series you will fall in LOVE with. The words, the characters, just everything. Trust me. One click these boys. You won’t regret it for one single second.
5 Dirty B Stars for another Emma Hart favorite! Shera ~ Book Lovers Obsession Book Blog
What,” Chelsey exclaims, “the hell is that?”
With a wide smile spreading across my face, I shove my hands in my pockets like a teenage boy and look at her. “A Christmas tree.”
“Are those . . . penises?”
“Like real ones?” She jerks her alarmed gaze to me.
“No. Just plastic.”
She flicks her tongue across her lips. “Uh-huh. Why do you have penises across your Christmas tree?”
“Because he’s an immature little bastard,” Leila answers for me.
“You didn’t stop me,” I shoot back.
“Hell no I didn’t. I cannot wait to see Mom’s face when she sees this!”
“When she sees what?” Mom’s voice creeps through the house ominously, and the close of the door after her sounds like the signal that I should run away.
“Uh . . . I’m just gonna go . . .to the store. . . .” I shuffle toward the door that connects the front room with the kitchen.
Chelsey lifts her eyebrows in amusement, and Dad grabs the back of my shirt so I can’t escape.
You wouldn’t think I was twenty-four. For numerous reasons, obviously.
“Kye Burke, why are there tiny penises on my Christmas tree?”
Her voice is calm. Really calm. I’m even more convinced that I should run. “Merry Cock-mas?”
Mom’s expression is somewhere between insane amusement and extreme frustration.
“I’m just gonna come back later . . .” Chelsey whispers, edging toward the living room door. “When there are less . . . cocks.”
“Good idea! I’ll come with you.” I wrestle out of Dad’s grip and dart behind him, through the kitchen, and into the hall.
Chelsey laughs and grabs my arm, dragging me back into the room. “I said I was going. I didn’t say you were escaping this cock-up.”
“Great choice of words,” Dad chuckles.
Mom pinches the bridge of her nose. “I should have known that when three boys left, one boy would have to make the impression of three,” she says, mostly to herself. “I should have known that the one who never left his little peep alone at two would one day decorate my tree in cocks.”
“Mom! What the hell?” I sputter.
“I should have known that his ball-hoarding obsession at six was a sign of things to come,” she sighs heavily and drops her hand. “After all, there’s one in every boyband. I thought I was ready for this.” Then, she turns to me. “Kye, son, we love you anyway, but I have to ask. Are you gay?”
Chelsey lets go of me, and laughter rips from her. Leila laughs, too, her book falling to the floor. Dad covers his face with his hands, and Mom just stands there in the middle of the room, her eyes wide. Her hands are now clasped in front of her sympathetically, and the tiny upturn of the right side of her mouth explains it all.
“Well played, Mother,” I say reluctantly, walking back toward the front door. “Well. Played.”
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.
She likes to be busy – unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.