Filthy English has all the makings of the type of romance book that I love:
- Hot British tattooed bad boy? Check.
- Second chance romance? Check.
- Authored by Ilsa Madden-Mills, whom I would enjoy reading notes scribbled on toilet paper if they were written by her? Check.

(Did that sound creepy and stalkerish? I swear I'm not a stalker. Much.)
Bad boy Dax has a filthy tongue and he's not afraid to use it. He and Remi shared a memorable few days together years ago, but it went to shit rather quickly and they have avoided each other ever since. Now they stand next to each other in a bar in England, only they don't know it. That is until their mouths find each other again and recognition instantly sparks. As well as sexual chemistry. Can they have a each other again without dredging up past hurt and emotion?
So yeah, Dax is hot. I always love a sexy hero with ink, but throw in the British accent and it tips me over the edge, in the best way possible. I did enjoy him and his filthy mouth very much. Ilsa always has a way of making you just feel right along with her characters and boy did I feel with Dax. Not just the sex, and oh yeah I felt that, but everything else. Despite outwards appearances, Dax hides some major insecurities and it pained me to feel how vulnerable he was underneath. I needed to see him realize how special and deserving he was.