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Dirty is the first in the Dive Bar series from the author of the New York Times bestselling Stage Dive books.
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 later.
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 at a crossroads. 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?
Scott's contemporary romance series, set in present-day Coeur d'Alene, Idaho, aims to show a naughtier kind of hero, but crosses over into crude and brutish. Lydia Green is just about ready to walk down the aisle at her wedding when an anonymous person sends her a cell phone video of her fianc and his best man having passionate sex. She responds by fleeing the venue, hopping a fence, breaking into a stranger's house, and hiding in his shower to cry. Naturally, when said stranger, who happens to be a gorgeous tough guy named Vaughan Hewson, comes home and wants a shower, he's in for a bit of a surprise. Vaughan takes Lydia in, giving her a place to stay while she recovers from the emotional fallout of her narrow escape. The two fall in lust, and things get complicated as she tries to settles down while he prepares to hit the road. The first sentence in the book is "Fuck," which gives readers a good idea of what to expect: lots of swearing, fighting, and sex, with minimal nuance. Any fat-positive points earned by having a heavy heroine are canceled out by her endless self-deprecating inner monologues.