I am so in love with these dirty stories that Meghan March tells. DIRTY LOVE wraps up the Dirty Girl duet and Greer and Cav's story, and what a great finale. Check out my review and an excerpt from Dirty Love.
Dirty Love (Dirty Girl Duet #2), by Meghan March
Publish Date: May 31, 2016
Format: e-ARC, provided by Inkslinger PR
Genre: adult contemporary romance
To Buy: Amazon | Barnes & Noble
Rating: 4 STARS
(Synopsis) 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.
When we last saw Greer and Cav, a bomb had just been dropped on their attempts at an idyllic life and blew it to smithereens. Of course, that bomb's name was Creighton Karas.
I thought Dirty Love was a great follow up to Dirty Girl. If you thought all the cats were out of the bag in the first book, you would be very wrong. Dirty Girl only scratched the surface of everything that's been going on behind the scenes of Greer, Creighton and Cav's entire lives.
I loved that this wasn't just about getting Greer and Cav back together. When you have blood mob ties, nothing is ever going to be cut and dried. Of course, resolving the situation created at the end of Dirty Girl IS priority number one at the beginning of Dirty Love, and Cav approaches the situation with nothing less than full-on determination.
Although I had some serious problems with some of Cav's methods, I did totally love his motivation. He's in love with Greer, and after leaving her years before without a word, he absolutely will not ever do that again. He's put her first in his life, above all else, and that is so sexy. In the face of that kind of determination and love, what sort of girl could turn him away?
She's mine, and I'll fight heaven and hell to keep her. The sins of the past may not stay buried where they belong, but I refuse to let them rule our future.
Dirty Love takes you all over the place - from Belize to New York to Kentucky (yes, we spend some more time in Holly's grandmother's house) to Los Angeles, Greer and Cav are trying to find their place in the world and how they play the hand they've been dealt and still be happy. It's certainly not always easy, but they have friends and family that help them along the way.
And, it appears they have each other. That too isn't always easy, what with the lying and the secrets and the kidnapping (just read the book). But their story made for a hell of a good and sexy story.
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.
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 email@example.com.
AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE: http://www.amazon.com/Meghan-March/e/B00LBN0UNW/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1455662528&sr=8-2-ent