Synopsis
Desperately seeking rich, famous, single guy with a giant cock to make my lying, cheating, should’ve-been-born-dickless ex-boyfriend realize what he’s just lost.
Oh, and I give great head. Just sayin’.
No man in his right mind would answer that ad.
Except thousands did.
My name is Greer Karas, and I should never be allowed near another bottle of booze again. Because when I drink, my friend and I do stupid things. Like take a page out of my older brother Creighton’s playbook and post something completely asinine on the Internet. Waking up with a giant hangover to find my humiliating personal ad has gone viral is not my finest moment.
Cue my look of shock when one of Hollywood’s hottest new bad boys, Cavanaugh Westman, comes knocking at my door and drops his pants to prove that he does indeed have a giant cock.
What he doesn’t have is an explanation for why he disappeared from my life without a word three years ago, only to show up on the big screen two years later, killing bad guys in action flicks.
And now he wants me again.
What the hell do I do now?
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EXCERPT
Greer
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.
Review
After
reading The Dirty Billionaire Trilogy and saw that Meghan was writing
two books about Kara's sister I was eager to get my greedy hands on
Dirty Girl.
I loved how this story starts, let's be real here most of us have done things while having a few drinks that we sometimes regret, that's exactly what Greer Karas did. Now she has to face the consequences of her act, a very pissed off Creighton and things at work getting awkward. What she never expected is the man she fell in love with and left her without a look back, to come back to her life.
Cavanaugh Westman had to leave Greer behind, but has regretted his decision ever since. Now he's back, ready to fight for her.
I understood right away after their re-encounter the the lust Greer always felt for Cav, you can feel the heat coming out of these two, their chemistry is off the charts hot and steamy. Add to that that they're both strong willed and you have the perfect combusting formula.
When it comes to the story, even though it had a strong beginning, I felt like the bulk of it got lost in all the sex they were having. Yes, the sex scenes were good, but I would've liked a little more substance than just Greer and Cav going at it most of the time.
But just when I thought things were just ok, the author gave us one hell of a cliffhanger to leave us all chomping at the bit.
So I'll be here patiently waiting to see how that big old secret is going to affect these two characters and their future, not to mention how big brother Creighton is going to take all this.
I loved how this story starts, let's be real here most of us have done things while having a few drinks that we sometimes regret, that's exactly what Greer Karas did. Now she has to face the consequences of her act, a very pissed off Creighton and things at work getting awkward. What she never expected is the man she fell in love with and left her without a look back, to come back to her life.
Cavanaugh Westman had to leave Greer behind, but has regretted his decision ever since. Now he's back, ready to fight for her.
I understood right away after their re-encounter the the lust Greer always felt for Cav, you can feel the heat coming out of these two, their chemistry is off the charts hot and steamy. Add to that that they're both strong willed and you have the perfect combusting formula.
When it comes to the story, even though it had a strong beginning, I felt like the bulk of it got lost in all the sex they were having. Yes, the sex scenes were good, but I would've liked a little more substance than just Greer and Cav going at it most of the time.
But just when I thought things were just ok, the author gave us one hell of a cliffhanger to leave us all chomping at the bit.
So I'll be here patiently waiting to see how that big old secret is going to affect these two characters and their future, not to mention how big brother Creighton is going to take all this.
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