Dirty by Kylie Scott Book Tour

Posted April 23, 2016 by alicia in Uncategorized / 5 Comments

Alicia here, with another post about Dirty. (Apologies to those who saw this post earlier and there was nothing there. Apparently I forgot to actually put everything up. Sorry!) Enjoy!


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Dirty is
Book One in Kylie Scott’s Dive Bar Series. 
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The last
thing Vaughan Hewson expects to find when he returns to his childhood home is a
broken hearted bride in his shower, let alone the drama and chaos that comes
with her.

Lydia Green doesn’t know whether to burn down the church or sit and
cry in a corner. Discovering the love of your life is having an affair on your
wedding day is bad enough. Finding out it’s with his best man is another thing
all together. She narrowly escapes tying the knot and meets Vaughan only hours

Vaughan is the exact opposite of the picture perfect, respected businessman she
thought she’d marry. This former musician-turned-bartender is rough around the
edges and unsettled. But she already tried Mr. Right and discovered he’s all
wrong-maybe it’s time to give Mr. Right Now a chance.

After all, what’s wrong with getting dirty?

“Once upon a time,” he
began, voice low and measured. “There was a princess. A beautiful, occasionally
annoying princess.”

“What was her name?”

“Ah, Notlydia.”

I frowned. “Her name is Notlydia?”

“You wanted a story, I’m giving you one. Shut up.”


An even heavier sigh from the man. “Anyhoo, Notlydia was all set up to marry
this prince. We’ll call him Prince Bag of Dicks.”

“Works for me.”

“But on the day of her wedding, when she was wearing this sweet dress that
served her tits up like they were a fucking platter—”

“Is this an R-rated story?”

“Please,” he said, sliding an arm around my bare waist. And I let him. “R is
for rubbish. If you don’t get to see any penetration then you’re wasting your
time. This is XXX.”

I laughed.

“So on the day of her wedding to Prince Bag of Dicks, Notlydia kisses him and
he turns into a big slimy two-headed toad with terrible breath and even worse
foot odor.”

“Whoa.” I rested my head back against his shoulder. “Poor Notlydia.”

“Hell of a plot twist, right?”

“Never saw that one coming.”

“Mm.” He rested his cheek against the top of my head.

“What happens next?”

“Well, she’s completely freaked out, of course.”

“Of course.”

“And she takes off into the woods. She’s running through bushes, jumping
fences, climbing trees, you name it. Nothing’s going to stop her from getting
the hell away from that toad, Prince Bag of Dicks.” He took a sip of beer. “Unfortunately, she loses her fancy dress along the
way. She’s just down to some skimpy underwear and a corset and with all that
jogging through the forest, it’s barely holding her in. One decent breath and
there’s going to be nipple out there for all the world to see.

Did I happen to mention she’d been voted Best Rack in the kingdom four years
running? Anyway, eventually she finds this small cottage. Now, what you don’t
know about Notlydia is that she has a shady past.”I tried to look up at him.
But with the angle, all I got was stubble and cheekbone. “That doesn’t sound
like Notlydia.”

“Be quiet.” A hand covered my mouth. “Notlydia’s a dirty, dirty girl. Got a bad
side like you wouldn’t believe. A little breaking and entering is nothing to
her. So into the house she goes. But she’s all muddy from running through the
woods, see? She can’t let people see her like this, she’s a princess, for
fuck’s sake.”

The hand remained over my mouth. Which was fine, I had nothing to add to his
pornographic fairy tale.

“Notlydia gets in the shower and starts soaping herself. There’s lots of
bubbles and steam, and she’s a modern woman so there’s a bit of self-love. She
even finds time to wash her hair, shave under her pits. Things like that. But
then the owner of the cottage wakes up and hears the water running. He stomps
into the bathroom saying, someone’s using up my hot water. Notlydia cries out,
not me, not me.”

He craned his neck, meeting my gaze. “See, babe, what did I tell you? That
Notlydia is a filthy little liar.”

I looked up to heaven. No help was forthcoming.

“Someone’s using up all my soap, says the owner. Not me, not me, cries
Notlydia.” He put his lips next to my ear. “She should be ashamed of herself,
shouldn’t she? If ever a busty princess deserved a spanking.”

I bit at the palm of his hand, teeth catching at the fleshy mound beneath his

“Ow.” He laughed, pulling his hand free. “Then the owner said, someone’s been
fingering herself in my shower.”

“Stop!” I put my hands over my ears, trying desperately to hold in my laughter.
“This is the worst story ever. The Brothers Grimm are rolling over in their

“Notlydia throws back the shower curtain and says, oh yeah, big boy, that was
me. Come and get it. And they have wild sex all over the cottage.” Vaughan’s
body jerked beneath mine as he laughed his ass off. “The end.”

“No way. Notlydia is virtuous and pure. She’d never pull that sort of shit.”

“Nah.” He chuckled. “It all happened exactly as I said. Dirtiest princess in
all the land.”

“Like hell. The owner of that cottage was a pervert and a deviant. Why, he
would have picked the lock on a chastity belt. She never stood a chance.”
Difficult to maintain my pious stance, given I’d started laughing so hard tears
were pouring down my cheeks. The funny bastard. “I want to know more about this
cottage owner. What’s his name?”

“I don’t know. Let me think . . .” He rested his chin back on top of my head.
“He definitely isn’t Prince Charming.”

“He could be!”


“If he wanted to. Or not. Whatever,” I added weakly. Crap. “Let’s go back to not

I was a moron.

We’d been all relaxed and laughing. Me and my idiot mouth. Way to go, Lydia.
Just shout out any old impossible daydream to the dude who’s made it clear
there was no future “we.” If someone could just direct me to the nearest brick
wall, I’d knock a little sense into myself.On the other hand, it was two stupid
words. Surely he could have ignored the last hundred years of Disney
perpetuating slick-haired young royals gallivanting around the countryside
saving hot babes in distress. For the sake of getting along. God knows, Chris
never had any problems ignoring or placating me. I’d seen his thoughtless
gorgeous smile aimed my way a hundred times. No, a thousand. If only I’d
recognized it for what it was.

Ugh. Just the thought of it made me want to punch the douche all over again.

Maybe I needed a bit more than a week to get over that catastrophe. The money
would help. Substantially. I’d never imagined that compromising my morals and
taking hush money from such foul woe-begotten assholes would feel so good.
Maybe I should sell out more often.

“This, ah, this Prince Charming of yours,” he said haltingly.


Vaughan shifted beneath me, pushing out a heavy breath. “I mean, it doesn’t
make sense, does it? Why would he be in a cottage instead of a castle?”

“Well . . . his parents, the king and queen of the neighboring kingdom, died in
a terrible accident.”

I stayed perfectly still, waiting to see how he’d react.

“I see.”

“And it hurt him so bad he just, he didn’t want to be a prince anymore.”

Nothing from him.

“Bad things happen in fairy tales sometimes.”

A grunt.

“It’s not fair, but it happens,” I said, feeling my way with more caution than
skill. “The prince loved his parents and the castle had too many memories.”


“So he ran away into the woods too.”

“Doesn’t sound like much of a prince if he can’t handle his shit,” he said.

“Princes are just men too, human beings. I don’t think a crown or a penis gives
you magical invulnerability to loss and pain.” I stared at the wall, thinking
the problem through. “Life is hard.

Terrible things happen. We all have feelings. We’re all just flesh and blood,
trying to do our best.”

“Running away from problems isn’t doing your best.” His voice echoed around the
small room, the same as around in my head.

What with holding the Coeur d’Alene title for runaway bride of the year, I had
no answer. None at all. So much for my half-assed wisdom.

Twist  (Book Two) in
the Dive Bar Series by Kylie Scott releases on November 22nd!
Pre-order your copy of 
TWIST here:
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About the Author:

Kylie is a
long time fan of erotic love stories and B-grade horror films. She demands a
happy ending and if blood and carnage occur along the way then all the better.
Based in Queensland, Australia with her two children and one delightful
husband, she reads, writes and never dithers around on the internet.
Kylie is
represented by Amy Tannenbaum at the Jane Rotrosen Agency, New York.
Kylie Scott:
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