Blog Tour + ARC Review: ‘Dirty Charmer’ by Emma Chase

“If I try to kiss you at midnight, when I’m off shift and you’re officially not a client anymore . . . would you let me?”

Dirty Charmer by New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Emma Chase, is LIVE!

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Abigail Haddock is stunning, sensible, and some would say . . . stuffy. But it’s not really her fault. She was raised in one of Wessco’s oldest, most affluent, aristocratic families—“stuffy” is their middle name. So is successful. Abby’s working overtime to distinguish herself as a top-notch physician, just as her family legacy demands.

She doesn’t have time for nonsense.
Tommy Sullivan’s all about nonsense.

Sure, he’s an elite bodyguard with lethal skills and co-owner of the renowned, S&S Securities Firm—protector of the wealthy and titled. But he’s also rowdy, fun and thoroughly irresistible.

Tommy knows how to have a good time, and he’s never seen someone more in need of a good time than Abby. The lass needs long, wet, filthy kisses—STAT—and he’s just the man for the job.

It doesn’t take long for a wildly sexy, sinfully satisfying, no-strings attached arrangement to turn into something more. Something sweet and addictive and real. But Tommy and Abby are too royally stubborn to admit it.

Opposites attract, everyone knows that. But can they last—can they love…for forever?

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4.5 ‘Chasing you’ Stars!

ARC provided via Valentine PR in exchange for an honest review.

Tommy Sullivan. Need I say more? *sigh* I think we’ve been excitedly (and impatiently) waiting for his story ever since we met him in Emma’s Royally series and fell in love with this sweet and cocky bodyguard. Of course, Emma Chase gave him the love story he deserved, full of hilarious and adorable moments, sexual tension and a whole lot of intense chemistry. You’ll fall in love with Tommy all over again!

Dirty Charmer is Emma’s upcoming standalone release and, as said, it’s the story of Tommy Sullivan and Abby Haddock. I do recommend reading the Royally series prior because it’s A-M-A-Z-I-N-G and many of its characters appear in this book. Tommy is Abby’s new bodyguard for the next two weeks and the tension between them has been there ever since an unforgettable moment they shared before. Abby is from an aristocratic family and she is an outstanding doctor focused just on her work. But Tommy is no shy man and he makes sure Abby knows what he feels for her even with his rule of not mixing business with pleasure. But what will happen after the two weeks are over?

She’s a tightly shut door, who just needs the right key to pop her lock. In more ways than one.
And that key is me.

Oh man.. Dirty Charmer is one sexy, seeeeexy book. As its title says, Tommy is a handsome charmer. He is cocky, funny, loving, protective and did I say sexy? It’s very difficult for Abby to keep her feelings in line around him and it’s the same for Tommy. These two are from very different backgrounds and both have very different goals in mind. But when a connection as strong as theirs is in the mix, that completely blurs and it’s just Tommy and Abby and nothing else.

Tommy Sullivan is a protector. A shield. A guarder of bodies and minds. I’ve seen that—I’ve felt it.
So I have to believe that whatever these feelings are and wherever they may lead… he’ll be careful with me.

I just loved this couple! Tommy is just.. Tommy. He is amazing. And Abby is one hell of a woman. She is a focused professional and so sweet. She just needs to live a little and Tommy is all over that! The tension and chemistry between these two.. MY GOD. Emma Chase sure knows how to turn up the heat. The connection between Tommy and Abby was just pure sweetness and burning moments. I loved them together, I loved the back and forth and I loved how, in the end, they fight for what they feel and leave everything else aside.

The only possible ending for us is a happy one. I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life. I can do this. We can do this.

Therefore, I am rating Dirty Charmer with 4.5 STARS because it was one heck of an experience for me! I loved getting back in the Royally world, seeing bits and pieces of those characters I loved so much and seeing the wonderful Tommy fall in love with just as wonderful Abby. Opposites attract and how very much these two are to each other! Emma Chase has given us another couple to love, many new characters around them (are we getting more books? I hope so!) and an allover hilarious and sexy love story you definitely don’t want to miss!

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Abby

Me: Are you texting while you’re driving??

Apparently, Tommy and his bodyguard brethren are trained to text without actually having to look at their phones, so they can communicate covertly with the device in their pocket.

 But I’ve explained to him—at length—that that doesn’t matter worth a damn.

I’ve informed him of the overwhelming statistics on the dangers of texting while operating a vehicle and I’ve disclosed my firsthand experiences of seeing the deadly carnage of such behavior during my emergency room rotations.

And still, after a weighted pause, he replies:

Godly Orgasm Giver: Maybe.

Me: Well, STOP IT!!

For a moment, the screen remains quiet . . . and then those sneaky little dots appear again.

Godly Orgasm Giver: I like it when you get all shouty caps at me—have I ever told you that?

I’m going to revisit the idea of Tommy teaching me how to throw a punch. It would come in handy at moments just like this.

“Is everything all right, Abby?” my mother asks. “You’re all flushed.”

 She examines me above her glasses like I’m a bug under a microscope.

“I . . .”

Grogg, the butler, bends down and dips his large, square head towards my grandmother.

“A gentleman is out front, Lady Agatha . . .”

Oh no.

“On a motorbike.”

OH NOOOO.

“Well, send him away.” The Dowager Countess shoos her hand in the air, as countesses do. “We don’t accept solicitations.”

I scramble to my feet. “Actually, he’s here for me.”

I throw my tablet and phone and books into my satchel, to hasten my not-so-great escape.

“Pardon?” my father inquires.

“He?” my grandmother prods.

I swallow hard, rushing out the words. “Yes. He’s a friend. I messaged him for a lift.”

My brother Sterling’s eggs-Benedict-laden fork pauses midair on its way to his mouth.

“I didn’t know you had the sort of friends who road motorbikes.”

“I didn’t know you had friends,” my sister Athena comments, not in a cruel way, but with sincere surprise.

I shrug, looping the strap of my satchel over my shoulder.

“Yes, well . . . you know . . .”

With that brilliant retort, I turn and walk out of the room.

I head towards the foyer, the heels of my knee-high boots clicking rapidly on the marble floor like a ticking time bomb. I yank open the giant front door and . . . come to an immediate stop on the veranda outside of it.

Because Tommy’s there, down the long gray steps on the front drive, sitting easily astride a shiny contraption of chrome and steel, wearing work boots, snug blue jeans and a black leather jacket—looking so sinfully good it might actually be illegal.

I have to remind myself that I’m angry with him, and when I do, I march straight down the steps. His eyes alight on my boots, skirt and light gray sweater—the ensemble gives off an unintended “naughty schoolteacher” feel—and the corner of Tommy’s wicked mouth hooks up accordingly.

“Hello, sweetheart.”

 “Are you mad?!”

He takes a moment to think it over.

“Not the last time I checked.”

“What are you doing here?” I hold out my hands. “And what is this?”

“It’s a motorbike.”

“It’s death on wheels.”

He chuckles. “James loaned it to me for the day. The hills are beautiful this time of year—I thought we’d take a ride together. You wanted stress relief, didn’t you?” Tommy taps the shiny handlebar. “A ride on this is as stress-relieving as it gets—better than normal-bloke sex.”

I peer at him. Do I want to know?

Apparently I do, because I hear myself asking, “Normal-bloke sex?”

“Yeah.” He winks. “I mean it’s not better than how I do it—obviously. But the way an average bloke has sex—this is definitely better.”

I shake my head, folding my arms. “Do you have any idea how dangerous these things are? The statistics on motorbike fatalities are—”

Tommy covers my mouth with his hand.

His palm is warm, and so is his voice—a thick, sweet, honeyed tone.

“Do you trust me, Abby?”

After a moment, he takes his hand away and I gaze into those deep, dark eyes . . . falling into them so easily it should be frightening.

My answer is simple. True ones always are.

“I do.”

Tommy smiles fully, and my stomach flutters with that lovely swirling sensation.

“Then climb on.”

He places a helmet on my head, buckling the strap under my chin.

“And you might want to do it fast—your granny’s coming.”

I glance over my shoulder to see the whole family gathered outside the front of the door, a spectrum of curious and gob-smacked expressions plastered on their typically reserved faces. And my grandmother is indeed headed this way, her jeweled necklace jingling as she quickly descends the long slope of stone steps.

“Abigail!”

Her voice is high-pitched and harried—a tone I’ve never heard her use before, and one I’m not keen on exploring now.

“Have to be going!” I lift my hand and give them a thumbs-up. “Talk soon!”

Like a teenager running off with the town bad boy, I hike up my skirt and climb onto the motorbike behind Tommy. He clasps my hands together securely over his stomach.

“Hold on tight, lass.”

I do just that—squeezing my arms around his solid frame and resting my cheek against the warm leather on his back as he revs the engine to life and we pull away with a roar that vibrates in my bones.

And as strange as it is—or maybe it’s not strange at all—I’ve never felt safer.

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New York Times bestselling author Emma Chase writes contemporary romance novels known for their clever banter, emotional, and sexy, swoonworthy moments. Her books have been translated into over twenty languages around the world.

Emma lives in New Jersey with her amazing husband, two spirited children, and two adorable, but badly behaved, dogs. She has a long standing love/hate relationship with caffeine.

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