Author: Meghan March
Series: Dirty Girl Duet #2
Release date: May 31, 2016
(Sub)genres: Contemporary Romance
Buy: Amazon US ~ Amazon UK
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.
After the ending of Dirty Girl, I couldn’t wait to start Dirty Love. The first book ended with a cliffhanger, and I needed to know Greer and Cav’s reaction to the whole situation, to see if their relationship and their feelings for each other were strong enough.
“I want all the things I told him I wanted—the things I thought I could actually have for those few days. Can that ever be my reality? Or is this doomed to be nothing but a fantasy?”
Greer is shocked by the revelations she heard and finally does what her brother tells her to do; hiding away from the world and from Cav. Feeling hurt and confused she thinks a lot about Cav and the time they’ve spend together, not sure to love or to hate him. Cav does everything he can to find Greer, he needs to have his woman back, no matter what he has to do.
“I lied. I don’t regret it. I wouldn’t change a thing because it meant I got to have this time with you. You can expect me to play by your rules all you want, Greer, but it’s never gonna happen.”
After a somewhat rocky start Greer and Cav fall easily back into the relationship they were building before the big revelation. Despite what she knows, Greer feels Cav is very important to her and she doesn’t want to lose him. They still have wild, hot sex and can’t keep their hands to themselves. Moving to Hollywood gives Greer the chance to get to know Cav the actor, not just Cav the man.
After the shocking surprise at the end of the first book I had expected a good explanation, and a strong Greer who would make Cav grovel. Unfortunately, she forgives him far too easy, doesn’t push him for the answers she deserves. This, and the too easy wrap-up of a secondary storyline, has taken away my enjoyment of the overall story.
“I can’t let you go this time.” She tugs her arms free from where they’re trapped between us, and for the length of a heartbeat, I fear she’s going to push me away. But she doesn’t. She wraps them around my neck and clings to me. “I can’t let you go either. Last time I didn’t have a choice, but this time I do. I love you.”
I want to love Dirty Love, but unfortunately this story doesn’t live up to my expectations. I give Dirty Love 3.5 stars.
~~ Dirty Love was provided in exchange for an honest review ~~
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.