Dirty by Megan Hart ✰✰✰✰✰

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This is what happened…
I met him at the candy store.

He turned and smiled at me and I was surprised enough to smile back. This was not a children’s candy store, mind you–this was the kind of place you went to buy expensive imported chocolate truffles for your boss’s wife because you felt guilty for having sex with him when you were both at a conference in Milwaukee.

Hypothetically speaking, of course.

I’ve been hit on plenty of times, mostly by men with little finesse who thought what was between their legs made up for what they lacked between their ears.

Sometimes I went home with them anyway, just because it felt good to want and be wanted, even if it was mostly fake.

The problem with wanting is that it’s like pouring water into a vase full of stones. It fills you up before you know it, leaving no room for anything else. I don’t apologize for who I am or what I’ve done in–or out–of bed.

I have my job, my house and my life, and for a long time I haven’t wanted anything else.

Until Dan. Until now.

 

Wow. I’m almost speechless. Let me just collect my thoughts and find something constructive to say about this book.

Let’s start with something simple. I loved it. It is beautifully written, intensely thought provoking, extremely classy, even with some scorchingly erotic sex scenes and powerfully emotional.

“You look gorgeous, Elle, and you don’t act like a gorgeous woman does.”
“I don’t? How do I act?”
“You act like an angel. But you fuck like a demon. Don’t you.”

This is a story about irreparable emotional damage and a woman learning to live again when she thought there was no life for her other than one of pain, guilt and loneliness. Her journey of discovery is as ugly as it is beautiful.

Sometimes grief is a comfort we grant ourselves because it’s less terrifying than trying for joy.

This book has a charm and maturity about it that you don’t often encounter when reading erotic fiction. It’s raw and affecting. It tugged at my heart strings and my tear ducts. There were a number of sub-plots and all were equally as emotive.

Dan was perfect. Completely perfect. He was patient, gentle, kind, persuasive, adoring and gentlemanly. But sensual and sexy to boot.

“You look like a goddess when you come, did you know that?”
“I’m not a goddess.”
“Not a goddess. Not an angel. Not a devil. Are you a ghost? Because you can’t be real.”
“I’m real.”

I loved the scene with Jack… I’ll say no more. *fans self*

“Do you think he would?”
“I think he’d give his left nut to get in your pants.”
“Very nice,” I told him. “So elegantly put.”
Dan laughed and leaned forward to nuzzle my neck again. “Yes, Elle, I think Jack would love to fuck you.”

The dialogue is fabulous and true. The interactions between characters isn’t choreographed to perfection, as Elle points out, and it makes the book all the more real.

One thing I really liked about this book was that there were no misunderstandings. Elle had trouble talking and opening up to Dan… but there was no instances where he assumed an alternative meaning to her words and stormed out, leaving things unsaid. He gave and took in a perfect balance. He listened and spoke when she needed him to and encouraged her to open up without pushing her too much. I loved that. It didn’t make me scream ‘That would never happen that way’ at my Kindle.

I had no words to give him. No explanation. I didn’t understand it, myself. It scared me, but then so do roller coasters, and I ride them anyway, too.

I think, in conclusion, this is a story of love, heart ache, strength and weakness. It’s elegantly written, poignant and original. A definite must read.

 

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