Dirty Together by Meghan March
Book Three of The Dirty Billionaire Trilogy
Date of Publication: January 12, 2016
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.
What an awesome ending to a great series.
I want to remain as spoiler free as possible so I will leave this brief.
This is book 3 in this series, and is not a stand alone. IMO you MUST read the first two to understand the greatness of this HEA.
If you have read the first two you know Holly has left Crey not once but TWICE like the crazy chick she is…WHO walks away from that man?!?!?!? You know that Crey loves Holly even if he has yet to utter the words and you know Holly is falling for him as well.
I loved Creighton and did not see that one twist coming at all. I was glad Holly seemed to finally get some balls and grow up.
I am sad that this series is over but am looking forward to whatever else Meghan March writes next 🙂
And Ms. March…could we pllleeeaaasssseee get some more of Logan???
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.
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.