Ivy may be the odd woman out in the field of construction, but that doesn’t mean she can’t do a man’s job. And in heels, no less. When a subcontractor runs behind on the project she’s heading, Ivy’s prepared to give him a proper dressing down. But when she sees the man in question, undressing him becomes far more interesting a prospect.
Jake Shaw is proud of the business he’s built and isn’t about to be bossed around by a sassy vixen who clips into his life in cherry red pumps. Their clash is instant, their attraction undeniable, their use of his big desk…delicious.
Before Ivy can catch her breath she’s breaking all the rules with Jake. The more time she spends with him, the harder she finds it to convince herself he’s all wrong for her.
Title: WICKED DIRTY
Author: Scarlett Scott
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Erotic Romance
Publisher: Jasmine Jade/Ellora’s Cave Publishing
Year of release: 2010, October 7
Source: Bought via Jasmine Jade eBook-store
On Monday morning, a merciless headache began to thump in Ivy Denton’s right temple, partially because she hadn’t yet had her first cup of coffee and partially from impending stress.
– the start of the book (first few pages), which was very promising and hot
The pace of this book was lightning quick and I realize it’s an EC Quickie but things went really fast from not knowing each other to hot and heavy in the trailer on the construction site. It felt rushed…even if there was the desk smexing I love so much in my erotic romance reads. I missed Jake’s POV…it all just felt too rushed, I never really got to know the characters and I was left with an unsatisfied feeling of the story not being finished.
However, I really liked the flow and ease of Scarlett Scott’s writing and the innuendo-filled banter between Jake and Ivy. This means I will definitely give Scarlett Scott another go and as a matter of fact I’m already eyeing her latest contemporary Ellora’s Cave release (She Likes Him Bad, released August 5th).
If she wanted to be considered a professional, a part of this mostly man’s world, she had to stop gawking. And since there was no way she could keep herself from ogling that mouthwatering slab of potent masculinity sauntering by, she busied herself with the pretense of scrolling through her BlackBerry before depositing it safely in her purse.