Dirty Together by Meghan March
Book Three of The Dirty Billionaire Trilogy
I hate the review you’re about to read. Yes, I just said I hate my own review. You see, for me, Dirty Together was anticlimactic. After the build up of Billionaire and Pleasures, I was expecting so much more, but I just felt like something was missing.
There’s a gap of time between when Creighton walks out at the end of Dirty Pleasures and when he shows back up in Dirty Together. He walked out promising himself he wasn’t going to beg for Holly’s love. So what made him go after her in Kentucky? At the beginning of Pleasures, we got to see his point of view when he found Holly gone and he realized he screwed up. I would have really liked to have seen his point of view when he realized she was gone – again.
He also never explains about Annika, nor does Holly ever ask him when he shows back up. Annika’s revelation sent her into a panic attack and was the catalyst that drove her to run away for the second time. You would think Creighton’s first marriage would be the first thing they talk about when they reunited, but Holly learns about the whole story from a tabloid and never asks him for his side of the story.
There is also the side story of Creighton’s parentage. It came completely out of left field (it’s supposed to be a twist, got it) and just seemed…gimmicky to me. I’m not going to give anything away, but I think it would have been better if it had been left as an unknown rather than the way it went.
I love Meghan March as an author. She’s personable and engaging with her fans and she doesn’t mind legions of women drooling over her hot boyfriend. I love her style of writing and her character development so it is killing me to write this review. I wanted to love the final installment. Billionaire built and Pleasures built and I was expecting Together to top the highest point of this roller coaster and have my heart and stomach drop. But I never got that giddy rush of excitement that comes at the end of the ride.
Perhaps if I had read all three installments back to back as a full length novelI would feel differently, but this review is only for Dirty Together as a stand-alone.
Overall, I still love the entire story. I love the steaminess, the ups and downs, and the emotion. I like Holly and Creighton is probably one of the most perfect book boyfriends. And I absolutely recommend the entire Dirty Billionaire trilogy. Now that all three installments are out, you can read them all in quick succession!
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I love saying those words.
She’s mine, and if she thinks I’m going to let her run without tracking her down and bringing her back to where she belongs–with me–then she’s about to be introduced to a new reality.
Because I’ll fight dirty to give her the happily ever after she deserves.
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.
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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.
Dirty Pleasures: Available Now
I did it. I married a billionaire.
My reasons are my own, but the last thing I expected was to feel owned.
I may have taken vows, but I’m still determined to be me.
Now his rules are taking over my world, but I’m not the kind of girl to just obey.
There’s only one problem: I might actually be falling for him…
I have no idea how this marriage is going to go, but holding onto a piece of myself while succumbing to his dirty pleasures is shaping up to be the ride of a lifetime.