Book Review – Dirty Billionaire Trilogy by Meghan March

     

 

 

After reading and loving Bad Judgment by Meghan March I had to check out her other books. Unfortunately or in my case fortunately my library had only her audiobooks – which turned out to be more than great because the male narrator sounded HOOOOOOTTTT!!!

It’s so unnerving to hear a guy with such an amazing voice read a filthy mouthed alpha. I almost melted right there an then whenever he started on with his dirty bedroom talk. Whew!!!

You know what I do with naughty girls? Whatever I want.

Anyway, the trilogy was cut into three books each 200 pages, or in my case almost 5 hours for each installment. Quick and fast paced. It surprised the heck out of me when the narrator told me the first book was done. I literally said WHAT???

I decided to write one review for the entire trilogy. At the end, one book can’t be read without the others. Because they all end in MAYOR cliffies.

And now to the blurb that had me downloading this sucker immediately.


 

Blurb

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.

 


My Review

ALERT: This book is for everyone who likes an alpha male in their bedroom. One that uses the f-word quite freely and is demanding like hell!!

 

Creighton Karas was one hell of an ALPHA. He is demanding, controlling, and at 32 years already filthy rich.

Holly Wix a 22 year old rising country star form Kentucky, poor, but extremely talented, and on a very short leash with her record company.

Both found themselves on Christmas Eve in a bar in New York City. Attraction, intense chemistry and nothing to loose led to a very passionate night together. The next morning Holly was gone and Creighton suddenly found himself in a position where he wanted something that he couldn’t have.

But for someone that was used to getting his way such a small and inconvenience wouldn’t stop his plans of having her again. So, he put out a statement:

“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 prenup—in hand.”

What occurred next was Creighton and Holly heating up the sheets while trying not to rip each others throat out. Holly was as strong-minded as Creighton. They were very well matched in the bedroom, her easily submissive and him being dominant. But outside the bedroom was a whole different story.

Holly knew what she wanted in life. Her career was the one thing she had going for her and she would do anything to keep it from falling apart.

On the other hand, Creighton wasn’t used not getting his way. Clashing heads with Holly was a unwelcome surprise for him – but also eye-opening.

He came to the realization that he liked her exactly as she was. He didn’t want her to change so it was to him to compromise and get their lives and careers in sync.


The reason I loved these books and found them so very entertaining was Creighton. He was the epitome of an Alpha. Every time he opened his mouth I melted away.

Judge me all you want; I don’t give a fuck what you think about me. Because I own half this town, and the other half isn’t worth having.


I would have made an excellent warlord.
I see. I want. I conquer. I keep.


“Holly, this is your fucking husband. Where the fuck are you? And if you think you’re fucking done with me, you’re dead wrong, sweetheart. Better get ready, because I’m fucking coming for you.”

The story was not so much different than many other billionaire novels. But what I thought stood out was the way Meghan March wrote her alpha males. They spoke to me. A bit over the top but so very ENTERTAINING!!!

Just for that skill alone I’m going to be one of her most ardent readers.:D

4 stars

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