Greer Karas has been mine since the first day I saw her.
I walked away because she deserved better than I could
offer, but I always planned to come back and stake my claim when the time was
right.
But true to form, Greer wasn't willing to wait. She threw
down a challenge, and I’m meeting her head-on.
I’m not walking away this time because sometimes you have to
fight dirty for love.
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DIRTY GIRL
Synopsis
Desperately seeking rich, famous, single guy with a giant cock to make
my lying, cheating, should’ve-been-born-dickless ex-boyfriend realize what he’s
just lost.
Oh, and I give great head. Just sayin’.
No man in his right mind would answer that ad.
Except thousands did.
My name is Greer Karas, and I should never be allowed near
another bottle of booze again. Because when I drink, my friend and I do stupid
things. Like take a page out of my older brother Creighton’s playbook and post
something completely asinine on the Internet. Waking up with a giant hangover
to find my humiliating personal ad has gone viral is not my finest moment.
Cue my look of shock when one of Hollywood’s hottest new bad
boys, Cavanaugh Westman, comes knocking at my door and drops his pants to prove
that he does indeed have a giant cock.
What he doesn’t have is an explanation for why he
disappeared from my life without a word three years ago, only to show up on the
big screen two years later, killing bad guys in action flicks.
And now he wants me again.
What the hell do I do now?
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ABOUT MEGHAN
MARCH
Meghan March has been known to wear camo face paint and
tromp around in woods wearing mud-covered boots, all while sporting a perfect
manicure. She's also impulsive, easily entertained, and absolutely unapologetic
about the fact that she loves to read and write smut. Her past lives include
slinging auto parts, selling lingerie, making custom jewelry, and practicing
corporate law. Writing books about dirty talking alpha males and the strong,
sassy women who bring them to their knees is by far the most fabulous job she's
ever had. She loves hearing from her readers at meghanmarchbooks@gmail.com.
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EXCERPT:
Right now, I just want Cav. I might still want to kill him
later, but not right this moment.
I suck his finger into my mouth, laving it with my tongue
and lips and dragging lightly down it with my teeth.
As we hurtle down the runway, I make promises to him with my
eyes. Take the restraints off or don’t; I’m still going to want you.
Cav reaches out with his other hand and cups my breast,
covered only by the soft material of my thin T-shirt. Chill bumps prickle along
my skin when his fingers close around my nipple and twist.
A moan escapes my lips, and I press into his touch. We say
nothing until the captain announces that we’ve reached our cruising altitude.
Cav removes his seat belt and mine before hauling me back
onto his lap.
“Jesus Christ, woman. Feel what you did to me.”
He presses his hips up and against me, and I wiggle my ass
against his cock’s solid length.
“I want it.”
“Good, because I’m going to lower you onto your knees, unzip
my pants, and help you take it down your throat. And then I’m going to lift you
up on my lap and slide your pussy down my cock until you’re full of me.”
His dirty talk kills me every time.
“What are you waiting for?” I ask, my tone taking on a
seductive depth.
“Need to taste you again first.”
His lips crush to mine, and his tongue dives inside without
waiting for invitation. Cav kisses like he does everything else—throwing his
whole self into it. His hand is buried in my hair, tilting my head the way he
likes. I moan into his mouth, loving the urgency radiating from him.
Finally, he pulls my head back, his eyes greener than
before. “On your knees, baby girl.”
I nod as he helps me to the floor, the plush carpeting cushioning
my position. Cav unzips his jeans and fists his cock as he pulls it out. As I
lean forward, my hair falls around my face, but with my bound hands, I’m
helpless to pull it back.
Cav wraps one hand around the tangled strands and clenches
it behind my head. I’m at his mercy, and yet I’ve never felt more powerful. The
need in his eyes burns into me, and I want to give as much as I want to take.
Review
This book was given as an ARC for a honest review
Review
This book was given as an ARC for a honest review
I feel like the review I wrote for the first book, Dirty
Girl, could be used as the same review for this book. While I didn’t not like
this book, there were some things that bothered me. First and foremost was the
fact that Greer kept saying throughout both books how she was essentially a big
girl who was educated and could take care of herself, yet she kept acting like
a misbehaved teenager. And it seemed to have become worse in this book from
book one. Then there’s the fact that Cavanaugh Westman (aka, Cav) would switch
from a sexy, flirty, man whose had a serious attraction to Greer for years to
this Dom of convenience. It just didn’t flow for me. I kept thinking ‘pick one
persona and stick with it’. There were parts of this story that felt rushed or
breezed over also. I would’ve liked to see a little better build up to certain
situations. Specifically the part where Greer’s brother discovers the leak in
his organization. It all seemed too neat and tidy to clean up when it went
down.
I’ll be the first to admit, there were some seriously funny
moments in both books that make up this story. And Greer’s best friend had me
LOL-ing a few times. That chick is fekkin nuts! I wanna read her story next. I
wouldn’t discourage anyone from reading this “duet” of books. In fact I think
I’d like you to just to see if you have the same opinion as I do. Not that I’m
looking at racking up agreed upon points or anything. I give this book 3 ½
stars.
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