We loved the Beneath This Ink Series by Meghan March and now we are absolutely enthralled with
The Dirty Billionaire, Meghan's newest trilogy.
This unique billionaire romance has us swooning over Creighton Karas!
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The Dirty Billionaire, Meghan's newest trilogy.
This unique billionaire romance has us swooning over Creighton Karas!
Read an Excerpt & Enter to Win a SIGNED PAPERBACK of Dirty Billionaire!
“And tonight’s top story: Billionaire playboy Creighton Karas has published a missed connection that has gone viral, and there’s no doubt as to why. Most of it we can’t read on the air, but the gist of it is, he spent Christmas Eve with a woman who he claims is going to be the next Mrs. Creighton Karas. The posting requests that the lady in question, whose name and number he didn’t get prior to or following their . . . encounter, show up at midnight on December 31st at the location of the tryst, which he claims only this particular lucky lady would know. Mr. Karas will be waiting with an engagement ring—and prnup—in hand.”
The green power smoothie in my hands falls to the floor of my tiny kitchen, the glass shattering on the tile and coating it with swampy goo as I gape at the TV.
Oh. My. God.
He didn’t.
He did.
Holy. Shit.
My cell phone rings, and I blindly grope the countertop for it. I don’t bother looking at the display. I know exactly who it is.
“Please don’t start screaming, Tana.”
Instead of the screeches I expect to hear, my friend speaks very calmly. “Holly, they’re talking about you on TV, but they don’t know they’re talking about you on TV.”
“Yeah. I figured that one out myself.”
“Please tell me you’re going to go,” she says.
“Are you serious?” I screech.
It was just supposed to be one night. A Christmas Eve fling. No one was supposed to know.
The green power smoothie in my hands falls to the floor of my tiny kitchen, the glass shattering on the tile and coating it with swampy goo as I gape at the TV.
Oh. My. God.
He didn’t.
He did.
Holy. Shit.
My cell phone rings, and I blindly grope the countertop for it. I don’t bother looking at the display. I know exactly who it is.
“Please don’t start screaming, Tana.”
Instead of the screeches I expect to hear, my friend speaks very calmly. “Holly, they’re talking about you on TV, but they don’t know they’re talking about you on TV.”
“Yeah. I figured that one out myself.”
“Please tell me you’re going to go,” she says.
“Are you serious?” I screech.
It was just supposed to be one night. A Christmas Eve fling. No one was supposed to know.
Book Summary andPurchase link
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 didn't leave her name or 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.
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 didn't leave her name or 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.
The Dirty Billionaire Trilogy Reading Order
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Dirty Billionaire
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Dirty Pleasures
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Dirty Together
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Meet Meghan March
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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