Welcome to the Blog Tour for Dirty Love (Dirty Girl #2) by Meghan March hosted by the wonderful Inkslinger PR – I had been waiting with bated breath for this book ever since I read Dirty Girl and I couldn’t wait to get me some more of Cav!! *winks*
(This is NOT A STANDALONE book! It’s a conclusion to the duet Dirty Girl and NEEDS to be read after Dirty Girl!)
Check out my review for this conclusion and a little sneak peak to whet your appetites!
Don’t forget to leave me a little something so that I know I *might* have tempted you to the dark side 😉
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.
Disclaimer: This is NOT a standalone. It is part of a duet – and NEEDS to be read in order.
This sequel picks up exactly where Dirty Girl left off and after like 15 days of torture, I JUST NEEDED to know what and how will Greer and Cav resolve this pretty freaking big ball of obstacle between them!
And they do – let me get this right off the bat – this is THE CONCLUSION, so you have a HEA – I was worried for a moment, like about a few days till I could get my hands on this eARC!
Cav has been a naught naught boy – he kept secrets, like freaking humongous one from the woman he loves – and though she might have been in a lust fueled state (kept in that state purposefully by Cav!) she still can’t let go of the the fact that HE FREAKING LIED TO HER – and trust me, I wasn’t exactly happy with the route that Cav took.
I mean what would it freaking TAKE FOR THESE CHARACTERS TO ACTUALLY COMMUNICATE WITH EACH OTHER??
But Cav did win me over quite quickly, because he JUST REFUSED TO GIVE UP – and even though he wanted to *kill* some people, his first priority was always Greer and nothing, not even the fact she was angry at him, changed that.
I liked that this conclusion had a little more depth to it – and I get that this duet is considered an erotica – but seriously? Greer and Cav NEEDED to communicate with each other and that is through out the book – and not just for the last few chapters and that’s the single BIGGEST ISSUE I had with this book.
The writing is perfect, the characters are some of my favorites in recent time, but here, the plot looses it’s way – don’t get me wrong, the s*x scenes are HOT, like scorching me through my iPad kind of HOT, but I could have done with a little more depth to their relationship. Seriously.
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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.
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?
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 firstname.lastname@example.org.