Dir-tay, dir-tay, this book was dir-tay!

Finally a woman who expresses her appreciation for a nice manly ass!
Yes, because Kaci couldn’t seem to be able to shut up about the Evader’s butt and I could virtually see a toned and firm ass before my inner eye the whole time I was reading Dirty Ties… needless to say that I liked what I saw, because it was my idea of the perfect ass and I only allow things I like to invade my fantasy-pervy-time.

Now, you know how men go full on squirrel nuts about bikes?
Well, women do too, especially if there’s a haaawt dude on top of it.
Man like cars and bikes with half naked women straddling or spread on a hood like peanut butter and jelly on bread, women like a man driving a big ass noisy bike while clad in sexy smexy leathers.
We aren’t as shallow as you, boys!
We like them dressed…at least at first.

*singing* Bikes, gimme bikes, men on bikes, men on bikes, gimme gimme men on bikes!

Though, I gotta ask: in how many different ways can a man straddle a bike?
Kaci went on and on about how any woman would like to be the Evader’s bike because of how he straddled it.
How does he straddle his bike?
What does that even mean, straddling a bike in a sexy way?
If you know, please draw me a picture, because I can’t get it right in my head, no matter how hard I try.
Obviously he has to face ahead, otherwise he would kiss the asphalt as soon as he gets the engine running, and I doubt that could be considered sexy…
Aside from that, I am clueless.
What I got was that clearly Kaci’s aspiration in life is to be a bike and she wants to get it on with the Evader who has a nice, drool worthy ass.
This is Kaci’s mantra:
“The Evader has a fuuuntastic ass”.”I want him to straddle me like I was his bike”.
“I wanna have sex with him”.
“I’m getting my rocks off thinking about this leather-clad ass, yep yep”.

It was all ass and bikes, so there was a sexy vibe to the whole of it from first to last word…

Right away, Dirty Ties proofed to be true to its title, because, as I said, this book was downright dir-tay from the very start.
Me likey likey!

First chapter: delicious serving of menage a trois. Oh yeah!

Sex right away isn’t always a good choice. I’m talking books, I won’t be sharing my opinions on one-nightstands or sexual behaviour whatsoever.
Sex in the first chapter could make a book slutty (yeah, that’s totally a thing) and we – at least I – do not always want a novel to be blatantly sexual right away – that’s what porns are for… or an Erotic novella.
If we have a novel before us, we – again, at least I do – want a story as main course with (a lot a lot a lot) of sex as side dish, not a whole meal of sex with the story making a brief appearance as dessert.
I don’t know how you eat your dessert, but if it’s chocolate or strawberry based I wolf it down asking for seconds, and then my tummy aches badly. Too much at once, too little healthy food to counterbalance my indulgences. I don’t know if you get my point.

You see how the menage a trois between husband and wife and the photographer/boyfriend of the husband could have been a huge flop.
Could have but wasn’t.
It actually had a pertinent purpose in the storyline.

What I didn’t understand/like was the active presence of the (gay) husband – the name’s Collin – while Kaci was masturbating…
I don’t know if there’s a technical sexual term when you are being assisted with a dildo by your gay BFF/husband while talking dirty about another guy but I’ll go with weeeird!

Main theme was revenge.
Good call there.
Revenge is always a good theme.
Shakespeare went with it up and down the road, The Count of Montecristo and The Great Gatsby were kickass revenge based book (“kickass” is a term here loosely applied), Stieg Larsson Millennium Trilogy had huge success because of the Hamlet theme. Oh, and The Gypsy Brothers by Lili St. Germain! I could go on and on, but I won’t.
Revenge (in Dirty Ties) comes with shipments of misunderstandings, betrayals, face slaps (though I thought Kaci would go with spanking Logan’s tight ass – I’d have appreciated it), snakes on the desk, blueballs, middle fingers, angry sex, and wild make-up sex.
In other words: a whole lotta action.

Ah, revenge, serve it cold and in abundance!

Another thing I don’t get, though, is how (almost) always the character who started out hellbent on revenge ends up giving up his/her plans because of his/her love interest. Yeah, love overcomes everything, it’s stronger, more important than revenge… but what the heck!?
A lifetime of scheming, plotting, obsessing over something and then they get heart-eyed Looney Tunes style and all was for nothing.

Admit it, book character, you didn’t really want revenge! You just didn’t know what to do with yourself, so you grasped at straws.

That’s why I appreciated Dirty Ties: Logan does not give up on his plan.
There are options 1, 2, and 3, but for Kaci (or because she sorta blackmailed him into it) he makes an option 4: grab your revenge with just one hand, the girl with the other.
She’s happy, he’s happy.
I’m happy, too.

It’s not always all or nothing.
The balance is in the middle.

However, for my tastes Logan and Kaci went on too well together. There wasn’t that many hate action in this hate-turns-to-love story, sorta like Ainsley Booth’s Hate F*@ck of the misguiding title.
What you get?
F*@ck, lotsa!
Hate? Not so much.

They went straight to the honeymoon phase: he fucked up, she dumped slithering animals in his office, she teased him, fast forward to four weeks later: make-up sex.

I wanted to read about those uncomfortable four weeks!
Read about the building tension between them. Show me how much they hated to love and loved to hate the other!

I wanted to feel more of Logan’s rage.
Yeah, I know it wasn’t directed towards Kaci, but I wanted him to be a bit more… narrow minded? Determined?
I wanted him to see more red and less rationally.

The Logan I wanted to see: “So, Kaci isn’t responsible for my misery? F**k it! I’ll make her miserable anyway, because misery always needs company”.

The Logan I got: “Oh, she’s innocent. I will kill everybody but her because I drooled after her for nine months only because she seemed to drool after me and I loooove her. You know what, I won’t even kill them, that would make her unhappy”.

What’s the word?
Oh yeah, pussy-whipped!

A bit more conflict would have made Dirty Ties PERFECT.
It was about revenge, after all!
Yes yes, I am a very belligerent person.
I like conflict, I need it, especially if it’s other people who get the ass-whooping.

Final verdict?
I very much enjoyed Dirty Ties and I am absolutely satisfied with the dir-tay bits and the whole story, even tough there were some cheesy lines in here.
I won’t give you examples because you might find those lines cute and lovely and you might think of me as a Love Grinch with a black and withered heart who can’t appreciate the finer things in life such as cheesy lines only I think of as cheesy…

I hate cheesy lines.
I hate when the “I love you”s fly on first encounter as if there was a sale at Walmart.
I hate instant-love Twilight-imprinting style.

Dirty Ties only had a few Gorgonzola sentences, Kaci and Logan didn’t exactly fall in love right away, and there were only 4-6 well-placed “I love yous”s in the whole novel, so it doesn’t fall into the category of books I roll my eyes at while reading.

It was fast-paced, gripping, shrouded in mystery and with quite a few twists and turns I think you will enjoy.

Dirty Ties Synopsis:

Revenge.
I race to finance it.
I evade to protect it.
I kill to attain it.
I planned everything.

Except her.
The alluring, curvaceous blonde at the finish line.
With sapphire eyes that cheat and lie.
Whose powerful family murdered mine.

I hate her.
I want her.

I know she’s hiding something.
But so am I.

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Dirty Ties Excerpt:

The ache between my legs throbbed, intensely and obsessively. Sometimes I didn’t think about him for hours, not the fluidity of his leather-wrapped body crouched on his sportbike or the strength of his hands around the grips. Often, I went an entire day without mentally tracing the muscle definition in his shoulders and thighs, imagining the flex of his ass, the thrust of his hips.

Today hadn’t been one of those days.

I’d tried to confine my thoughts to merger proposals, senior staffing issues, and all the other initiatives that demanded attention under my leadership. But he was always present, fighting and twisting and charging into my mind, riding on his steel horse, and carrying my body beyond the edge of restless desire.

A man I’d never met.

Gah! Where was my damned dignity? I shut down the tablet displaying the new photos of him and returned it to my leather satchel. Who would’ve thought Chicago’s favorite criminal would be spotted at a grocery store? Somehow, it made him more human. The media seemed to agree, buzzing excitedly about his public appearance on local television and papers. I didn’t like that, didn’t like sharing him with four million women.

Meet Pam Goodwin:

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author, Pam Godwin, lives in the Midwest with her husband, their two children, and a foulmouthed parrot. When she ran away, she traveled fourteen countries across five continents, attended three universities, and married the vocalist of her favorite rock band.

Java, tobacco, and dark romance novels are her favorite indulgences, and might be considered more unhealthy than her aversion to sleeping, eating meat, and dolls with blinking eyes.

 

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