Dirty Girl by Meghan March

Posted May 18, 2016 by Kate in Blog Tour, Excerpt, Liked It, Review / 0 Comments

Dirty Girl by Meghan MarchDirty Girl by Meghan March
Series: Dirty Girl Duet #1
Format: eARC
Source: Author
Genres: Alpha Guy, Contemporary Romance, Erotica, Millionaire/Billionaire Hero, Movie Star, Romance, Second Chances
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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?

So not to long ago, I came across The Dirty Billionaire series in the middle of the night, and over the course of a day I read all three books (I still need to review two of them), and I really loved reading the series. So when this book came my way, and I realized its a spin off of the series, I knew I wanted to read it as soon as possible. You don’t really get to know much about Greer in the first series, other than she is Creighton’s little sister who is also a lawyer, so this was your chance to really get to know her. Now, you don’t have to read the original series in order to enjoy this book, but I think you should, because Creighton does make quite a few appearances in this book and even though he is on the peripheral during the book he does play an important role.

So the book starts with Greer having put out an internet ad after finding her boyfriend in bed with another woman, and lets just say the ad is definitely an attention getter and a a tad be crude (see the book blurb), ah the product of a drunk night. Needless to say the internet has blown up with the ad and Greer is suddenly at the center of attention and its not good attention. Ultimately this is basically the catalyst for her to really look at her life and realize she isn’t really doing what she wants, she isn’t the person she wants to be, which I think all of us can identify with. And then of course the guy from a few years ago shows up at her doorway and is there to make Greer his for good, he is not walking away this time. I will say I was glad to see that while Greer is certainly interested in getting underneath his clothes, she isn’t nearly as quick to believe there is going to be anything serious between them, I like a girl with a healthy dose of skepticism.

So our hero is Cav, and he’s not exactly my favorite. That’s not to say he’s a bad character, but I feel like in the second book he is going to have some serious growth or something (fingers crossed). Cav is kind of obsessed with fixing his mistake of walking away from Greer before they really ever got started. Back then he was convinced that he wasn’t good enough for her, that he had to find a way to be on more even footing with her in order for them to be together. So he became a movie star. And then the ad. I don’t want to say too much about Cav because so much about him NEEDS to be revealed by reading the book. I will say that he is a bossy dude, I don’t mind that whole dynamic in books when I don’t feel like its stifling, but I felt like there was more than one instance in this book where his bossy behavior was stifling and not at all attractive, here’s too him being less stifling in the next book.

This book ends on one heck of a cliffhanger, I want to tell you about it so bad, but I don’t want to ruin anything. I am without a doubt dying to see how this all works in the second book.



No. Fucking. Way.

Can you photoshop real life? Because that’s the only way I can possibly be seeing through my peephole what I’m seeing right now.

Cavanaugh Westman. In the flesh. Outside my door.

The knock stopped me mid-shuffle on the way to my coffeemaker. So that makes me an uncaffeinated, makeup-less, messy-bunned, legging-wearing couch surfer who hasn’t showered in the two days I’ve spent holed up in my apartment.

He can’t see me like this.

I’ve had so many fantasies of how it will go when I finally came face-to-face with Cav again. I’ll be wearing something sexy, yet classy. Perfect hair, makeup, eyebrows. I’ll adopt a casually disinterested mien. He’ll be devastated when he realizes what he missed out on by standing me up that night and disappearing without a word.

There’s no way in hell I’m answering that door. Cav Westman can sit out in my hallway all day. Not opening it.

But Cav reads my mind, the bastard.

“Open the door, baby girl. Your message came through loud and clear with that ad.”

A barely audible gasp escapes my lungs.

“That’s right, I know you’re standing there. So, open the door, Greer.”

His deep, gravelly voice stirs memories I thought I wiped out of my brain. Apparently not.

I rush to the couch to grab my phone. I need to text Banner. Need to freak out with her and schedule an emergency spa day so I can be all the things I need to be before facing him again.

My thoughts come to a screeching halt. I do not need to impress Cav Westman. He’s nothing to me. And I can prove it right now by opening the door. He’ll see exactly how much I don’t care about his opinion.

Before I can change my mind, or look down at my shirt to make sure I’m not sporting any stains from yesterday’s coffee, I reach for the dead bolts and unlock them before I twist the doorknob and tug.

As soon as the door is open, I know I’ve made a terrible mistake.

Through the peephole, he was marginally distorted. On the billboards and movie posters plastered to the sides of buses in the city, he looked like a total stranger. But Cav in the flesh?


I lose my grip on the door and it swings open.

How does he not look older? No new lines bracket his mouth or crease the corners of his eyes. Instead, a new scar curves along his jaw, giving him a sexier, more dangerous look. His shoulders are impossibly broader, making his hips seem even narrower.

His hazel eyes flash as he takes me in—at least they haven’t changed. Today they’re more tawny gold than gray or green. Guessing what color they would be was part of the game I played with myself before. His dark brown hair is sexy and disheveled, longer than the buzz cut he had before, but everything else is the same. Worn jeans, a plain T-shirt, and scuffed boots. Strong, bold features that many a man would find impossible to carry off, but are the reason millions of women would line up to have Cavanaugh Westman’s babies.

“What are you doing here?” I whisper, reminding myself that I no longer have some naive fantasy of being the one for Cav.

His gaze returns to my face, and I know his inspection of me can’t be nearly as flattering as mine of him.

I’m waiting for him to say something . . . anything. Like an apology or an explanation for disappearing three years ago, but instead I get something completely different.

His hands drop to the button of his jeans. “Based on your ad, the inspection isn’t quite complete.”

If my jaw could drop to the floor like a cartoon character’s, it would.

Oh. My. God. I never saw what he was packing before, only a grazing handful the one night I finally got bold, but he put me off, promising me a night that never happened.

I stand like a slack-jawed moron and force my gaze to his face.

“What are you doing?”

His wicked grin—one he uses so rarely, even in the movies of his I’ll never admit I’ve seen—wipes away the three years between our past and present.

The hiss of the zipper comes next.

I keep my gaze on his face as his eyes dare me. To look or to stop him, I’m not sure which.

“Apparently you’ve changed your requirements for wooing, baby girl.”

The endearment on his lips brings back another wave of memories, but the flex of his bicep against the sleeve of his T-shirt steals my attention.

Oh. My. God.

He’s gripping his cock, stroking it, isn’t he? All I have to do is look down, and I’ll have more than one question answered.

“You know you wanna look.”

The dare is there again. And he’s right. I want to look. So I do.

Sweet Jesus.

Oh. My. Hell.

Well, let’s just say Cav knocked that requirement out of the park. The sight of his long, thick cock in his big, capable hand sends heat rushing south through my body, pooling between my thighs. My nipples, sans bra, strain against the material of my shirt. Cav’s gaze drops as well—to my chest.

The room pulses with a desperate intensity. Hanging between us is the night we never had. The one he walked away from.

I have two choices. Take what I want, what I asked for, or hold on to the rejection he dealt me three years ago.

My brain short-circuits on one thought—life is short, and you never know if you’ll get a second chance.

So I step forward, wrap one hand around his neck and the other around his cock, and kiss him for everything I’m worth.

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

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