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Thursday, March 19, 2015

Getting Dirty by Mia Storm - Release Day Giveaway & Review

Check out my review & author giveaway for Getting Dirty.  This student/teacher taboo romance reminded me of a smutastic taboo version of Slammed by Colleen Hoover --- with slam poetry and all.


A poem by Blaire Leon

If sex is dirty, why would I do it with someone I love?

If sex is dirty, then didn’t we all come from the dirt?

What if I like the dirt?

What if I want to get dirty?

What if I want to roll in the mud until I’m so fucking filthy that I’ll never be 

clean again?

When twenty-five-year-old graduate assistant Caiden Brenner 
asked Blaire Leon how old she was, she said she was a senior. He 
chose to believe she meant in college. They connect over Lord 
Byron’s Don Juan and, as their conversations become increasingly 
thicker with sexual innuendo, Caiden finds himself obsessing over 
a totally off-limits undergrad who’s bold, beautiful, brilliant, and 
one of the most passionate poets he’s ever met.

But it turns out Blaire hasn't been totally honest. She's the 
seventeen-year-old valedictorian of her high school class, taking 
courses at Sierra State while awaiting her acceptance to Stanford.

Will Caiden get too deeply into Blaire to back away before he finds 
out the truth? Or will their connection be enough to seduce him 
into risking his entire future on Jail Bait?

About the Author: 
Mia Storm is a hopeless romantic who is always searching for her happy ending. Sometimes she’s forced to make one up. When that happens, she’s thrilled to be able to share those stories with her readers. 

She lives in California and spends much of her time in the sun with a book in one hand and a mug of black coffee in the other, or hiking the trails in Yosemite. Connect with her online at , on Twitter at @MiaStormAuthor, and on Facebook at 

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Review of Getting Dirty

Getting Dirty (Jail Bait #1)Getting Dirty by Mia Storm
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Spoiler-free review
Title: Getting Dirty
Author: Mia Storm
Release Date: March 19, 2015
Rating: 4 stars
Cliffhanger: No

Getting Dirty reminded me of a smutastic taboo version of Slammed by Colleen Hoover --- with slam poetry and all. Imagine if Layken was a liar and a bit promiscuous.  Then imagine if Will helped himself to a sixteen-year-old student and knew it was wrong, but did it anyhow because he was in love/lust and couldn’t help himself.

I love taboo romances, and I liked this one.  I didn't feel the love connection between these two characters. Lust not so much. Finally…someone faced the music for their behavior!  This story could have been ripped from the news headlines.  It was real, raw, and you definitely feel like you are Getting Dirty.  I’m looking forward to reading the other books in this series.  No cliffhanger.

This review appears on,, Goodreads, Amazon, Google+ and Twitter. A review copy of this book was kindly provided by the author in exchange for an honest review.

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“What year are you?” I don’t even realize I’ve said it until it’s out of my mouth.

Her eyes flick from the book to mine. “A senior.”

I feel my eyebrows arch before I can stop them. “You look younger.”

She bites her lips between her teeth for a moment. “Is that good or bad?”

“Neither, I suppose.” But my insides burn, knowing that she’s not as off-limits as I originally thought. It’s 

nearing the end of January. Commencement will be here soon enough. She graduates and all bets are 


“So…” she says, twisting a finger into the ends of her hair. “I know you like old, dead poets. How do you 

feel about hearing something fresher?”

I lean toward her. “Such as?”

“I’m reading in a poetry slam tonight. It’s just something over at Tino’s in Jonestown on the fourth Friday 

of every month. There’s no prize money or anything, but I perform something new pretty much every 


“A poetry slam…” I want to say yes in the worst way, but it feels dangerously like a date.

She must read the hesitation in my eyes. “If it’s too weird, no worries. I just thought, since you like 


She leaves the thought dangling. Like a noose. And I jump right into it. “Yeah. Why not?”

The answer to that rhetorical question is that it’s not May yet and she hasn’t graduated. I’m risking everything I’ve worked the last three years toward. My entire future. But the voice of reason is being drowned out by the raging waves of something rolling up from the deepest layers of my being like an undertow. Something base and essential. And unrelenting.

“Do you want to meet me there?” she asks, standing from her seat and giving me a better view of the entire exquisite length of her.

“Yeah…that’s probably best.” Plausible deniability. No, Dr. Duncan, I didn’t have any clue she’d be there. 

Just went to hear the poetry.

“Great,” she says as she gathers her book and shoves it in her bag. “It starts at nine. There are usually five or six poets and it’s a random draw, so I don’t know what time I’ll be reading.”

I nod without standing, no longer able to tame my erection. “I’ll be there at nine.”

“You know where Tino’s is?”

Electricity crackles under my skin. I’m really doing this. “Yeah. I’ll find it.”

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