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.
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?
Devastating.
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.
4 Win me back Stars
Dirty Love is the concluding story to the Dirty Girl duet. And oh what a cliffy we got from Dirty Girl. I really liked Dirty Girl, I loved the characters, I love the steam and I loved the ending. I’m crazy obsessed with cliffys and I couldn’t wait to start Dirty Love.
Dirty Love is more suspenseful than Dirty Girl and with mild steam, but plenty of tension to keep you happy. I feel like there was a lot of build-up from the previous book and Dirty Love is about Cav winning Greer back. I love nothing more than a Hero chasing after the Heroine.
“You have to fight through the darkness to appreciate the beauty in the light. That’s what we’re doing.”
“Whether she’s for me or not, she’s mine and I won’t give her up.”
“I would like, cheat, and kill for this woman… I would do anything to protect her. Even cut myself out of her life.”
I love Cav, he’s determined, dominate and completely possessive of Geer, yes please. He knows he is in the dog house and there’s nothing stopping him from winning Greer back. The only thing is, Greer is not going to make it easier on him. Greer has a really overprotective brother and because of that, it creates this huge tension between Greer and Cav. She sort of runs-away from Cav and is laying low.
I understand what Greer was going through, she’s confuse, hurt and feels betrayed. I don’t think she knows who to trust and during all of this she’s still silly. She’ continues to tweet and drink. It’s kind of funny because it’s something I would do.
The thing that really sold me on this story is the Cav’s determination towards Greer, it’s wicked hot and I couldn’t get enough of it. I feel like you never knew where this book was going to go because a lot happens. Overall, a great conclusion.
An ARC was provided
Dirty Love is more suspenseful than Dirty Girl and with mild steam, but plenty of tension to keep you happy. I feel like there was a lot of build-up from the previous book and Dirty Love is about Cav winning Greer back. I love nothing more than a Hero chasing after the Heroine.
“You have to fight through the darkness to appreciate the beauty in the light. That’s what we’re doing.”
“Whether she’s for me or not, she’s mine and I won’t give her up.”
“I would like, cheat, and kill for this woman… I would do anything to protect her. Even cut myself out of her life.”
I love Cav, he’s determined, dominate and completely possessive of Geer, yes please. He knows he is in the dog house and there’s nothing stopping him from winning Greer back. The only thing is, Greer is not going to make it easier on him. Greer has a really overprotective brother and because of that, it creates this huge tension between Greer and Cav. She sort of runs-away from Cav and is laying low.
I understand what Greer was going through, she’s confuse, hurt and feels betrayed. I don’t think she knows who to trust and during all of this she’s still silly. She’ continues to tweet and drink. It’s kind of funny because it’s something I would do.
The thing that really sold me on this story is the Cav’s determination towards Greer, it’s wicked hot and I couldn’t get enough of it. I feel like you never knew where this book was going to go because a lot happens. Overall, a great conclusion.
An ARC was provided
Dirty Love #2 AMAZON
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 meghanmarchbooks@gmail.com. 
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