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.
Dirty Love
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An Excerpt from Dirty Love

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.

My Review

Ok I have had a few days to ponder the ending to this book series… While I fell head over heels in love with Greer and Cav in Dirty Girl, Dirty Love lacked a little something for me. It was still a fantastic read, but I couldn’t quite achieve that 5 star overwhelming feeling I got from the first book.

In this one we pick right up after a mother of all cliffhangers that Meghan has become really good at with this series. Cav isn’t going to give up on getting his girl back no matter what her brother Creighton has to say. He will move heaven and earth and whomever gets in his way out of it to get to her!

I have to say that I did love Cav’s tenacity in this book. What I couldn’t get over was how quickly Greer gave in, and didn’t demand answers. I get why it was written the way it was but for me, it just didn’t fit right. I would have been demanding answers! I mean this guy lied to her repeatedly, about HUGE things, and she just kinda falls right back into it all with him the minute he touches her.

I do however love how passionate they are and you cannot deny the HEAT and chemistry between these two. This is by far Meghan’s sexiest written series so far. I loved Cav’s take charge kind of attitude and I loved that Greer was seriously just as passionate, it made their sexual escapades that much more believable.

Overall this was a good read, just not quite what I was expecting, it still earns a 4 star seal of approval and I would still highly recommend it!



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About Meghan March

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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