Blog Tour + Review & Excerpt: Dirty Girl by Meghan March

Welcome to today’s stop on the blog tour for Dirty Girl by Meghan March!
Check out my spoiler free review below, plus a fantastic excerpt from the book!

Dirty Girl by Meghan March
Series: Dirty Girl Duet #1 (full reading order below)
Publication Date: May 17th 2016
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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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The Dirty Girl Duet is a spinoff of the Dirty Billionaire Trilogy, but can be read entirely as a standalone! The Dirty Girl Duet features Creighton’s sister, Greer Karas, and I honestly couldn’t wait to read her story because of the fantastic blurb. A second chance romance with Hollywood’s bad boy? Yes, please! And what a story it was. Meghan March delivers a dirty, sexy-as-hell, addicting read – I couldn’t put it down! I was hooked onto Greer and Cav’s wicked romance.

Greer was every bit as cocky as me, even if she didn’t realize it. I wasn’t prepared to woo her then. But I am now.

Back before Cav ever entered Hollywood, he and Greer met and had an intense connection together. Greer thought Cav wanted to explore it like she did, but then he walked away with no explanation. Three years later, after catching her boyfriend cheating on her, Greer drunkenly posts an ad wanting a big D to help her forget her scumbag of an ex – and who should show up at her doorstep but none other than Cavanaugh Westman?

Mine. The taste of Greer on my lips and her body in my hands unleashes a wave of primal possessiveness. She’s not the girl who got away; she’s the one I walked away from. Life doesn’t always give us second chances, but this one is mine and I’m taking it. And her.

Three years ago, Cav walked away from the girl who was always meant to be his. He was just a maintenance man who could never be on the same level as a billionaire’s younger sister, so he was determined to make himself worthy of being with Greer. Now he’s back in her life and he plans to keep it that way – first, by delivering the screaming orgasms she asked for in her ad. But what happens when the truth of why he walked away all those years ago is revealed?

I loved Greer and Cav! Greer is a sassy, strong, independent heroine who’s not about to let Cav back into her life so easily after he hurt her. I loved how tough she was with him! But of course, as much as she wants to keep a wall between them, Cav is more than ready to tear it down. If you love alpha heroes, Cav is your man. He’s dedicated, intense, and holy cow, does he have a filthy mouth! Greer and Cav together practically set my kindle on fire, they’re that freaking hot.

Dirty Girl is a fast-paced, erotic, unputdownable read – if you loved the Dirty Billionaire Trilogy, you’ll need to get your hands on this spinoff. But fair warning, there’s an epic cliffhanger at the end. Thankfully Dirty Love releases soon and I, for one, can’t wait to get my hands on it!

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Quotes are taken from the arc and are subject to change in the final version.

Now here’s an excerpt from Dirty Girl! ❤

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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?


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.

Reading Order: Dirty Girl Duet series


#1 ~ Dirty Girl: Ebook • Paperback • Audible • Goodreads
#2 ~ Dirty Love: My Review • Ebook • Paperback • Audible • Goodreads

The Dirty Girl Duet is a spinoff series of the Dirty Billionaire Trilogy!

Reading Order: Dirty Billionaire Trilogy

Dirty Billionaire by Meghan March Dirty Pleasures by Meghan March Dirty Together by Meghan March

#1 ~ Dirty Billionaire: My Review • EbookPaperback • Audible • Goodreads
#2 ~ Dirty Pleasures: My Review • EbookPaperback • Audible • Goodreads
#3 ~ Dirty Together: My Review • EbookPaperback • Audible • Goodreads

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Meghan MarchMeghan 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

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8 thoughts on “Blog Tour + Review & Excerpt: Dirty Girl by Meghan March

    • Thanks so much, Lisa! Yeah, the cliffhanger sucks, but thankfully we don’t have to wait so long for the conclusion! 🙂 I hope you give it a try!

  1. Eeeek!!!! OK, so I haven’t read the Dirty Billionaire series. I know, I know – I’m missing out!
    However, when I saw the Dirty Girl series I was intrigued. Now, I’m obsessed! Thanks to all those reviews, I will be first in line to buy these books!!
    Thank you!!

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