Dirty Billionaire by Meghan March
I’ve got a big dick and an even bigger bank account. That’s pretty much where my bio ends.
Honestly, I don’t need to say anything else. I’ve just sold 99% of women on going home with me.
Do I sound like an asshole to you?
That’s because I am.
And guess what? It works for me just fine.
Or at least it did.
Until I met her.
Books talk about sparks flying. Fuck that shit. With her, it was like emergency flares mixed with jet fuel. Or maybe just straight up napalm.
Only one problem.
She wouldn’t tell me her name or her number when she disappeared from the hotel room after the hottest fucking night of my life.
Now I’ve had a taste of unicorn pussy—the sweetest, rarest of all pussy—and I need it again.
So what’s an asshole to do?
I took this problem to the street. A missed connection gone viral.
And when I find her? I’m keeping her.
Let’s just take a moment for a bit of honesty…the small-town girl meets kinky billionaire storyline has been done, almost to death. It seems like it’s become the go-to trope for contemporary romance authors since 50 Shades of Gray became synonymous with mommy porn. If I hadn’t gone on a Meghan March reading binge a few weeks ago, I probably would have passed on this series. Thankfully I did, so I didn’t.
Dirty Billionaire is being released in three, cliff hanger novellas (for shaaammmme Meghan!). Let me tell you, I thought about that cliff hanger for daayyysss. I re-read the last three chapters a few times because I did not want this book to be over – PISSED that I had to wait for part two.
Meghan is a great storyteller. Period. She has taken a nearly dead horse and nursed it back to health by breathing life into characters that jump off the page.
Holly may be a small-town girl, but she is no shy, retiring wall-flower. She gives as good as she gets and doesn’t give a damn if some use-to-getting-his-way billionaire has a problem with it.
“No. Let me put this in words you understand, Karas. This is a deal breaker. Nonnegotiable.”
Creighton is an ass with just a glimmer of a soul peeking through the cracks to make you love him and hate him at the same time. You hope for his redemption, but know he’s going to screw it up in the process.
“Dynamic. Ruthless. Driven. Those are three words I’d use to describe him.”
Holly and Creighton are what make this can’t-put-down, dragging-at-work-the-next-day-because-I-stayed-up-all-night-reading, story. Their interaction, their dynamic, and the emotion Meghan March is able to wring out in just 125 pages is truly spectacular. It’s going to suck you in and take you for a ride before it comes to a screeching halt.
I can’t wait for Dirty Pleasures!
☆¸.•*¨*★☆About Meghan March☆★*¨*•.¸☆
Meghan March is the author of contemporary and erotic romance novels.
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.