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.
Panty Scorching: 5
Over All Rating: 4.25 Stars
Kindle eArc provided by Author
Reviewed by Robin
Holly Wix is on the run again. This time she is going back to where she came from and runs into bad boy Logan who had different girl beside him all through high school. Meanwhile, Creighton decides to track Holly down. When he finds Holly with Logan, will he decide they can make this work? Or will seeing where Holly came from make Creighton realize how different their worlds are?
“I glance at Holly, passed out in the passenger seat, before looking back to Logan. ‘I don’t have time for this right now, but if you’ve still got a death wish in the morning, you know where I’ll be.’
He shoves off the truck and steps toward me, and this time it’s my hands balling into fists. ‘Some of us have to work in the morning. Like me, on your wife’s piece-of-shit car that broke down the second she pulled into town.’
I curse under my breath. ‘Don’t bother fixing it. I’ll buy her something when we get home.’ I don’t know what she was driving, but I’m guessing it wasn’t the Maserati I’d pick for her.
‘You sure she’s leaving with you?’ Logan says smugly.
‘Abso-fucking-lutely.’ I won’t allow for any alternative outcome.”
There are so many things I loved about the conclusion to the Dirty Billionaire Trilogy. I adored seeing Creighton prove that this connection between them is real. It made my little ol’ heart go pitter patter. In turn, I also loved Holly standing up for Creighton as well. These two needed to learn that love runs both ways and sometimes you have to compromise. There definitely were some surprises thrown in there, and I wouldn’t mind seeing stories about some of the secondary characters. Especially Logan. Logan and Boone need their own books because both of these men intrigued me with their willingness to step up for a good woman. Even Cannon must have a story behind his jaded persona!
If a reformed bad boy has your motor running, check this trilogy out. The dirty talking alone is enough to make your panties wet. I’m tempted to try this out on my husband and see what furniture we can break in our house.
Catch Up On The Series Now
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…
About The Author
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 firstname.lastname@example.org.