Promo~ Review & Teaser: Dirty Billionaire (The Dirty Billionaire Trilogy #1) by Meghan March

Dirty Billionaire by Meghan March

Date of Publication: December 8, 2015

Dirty Billionaire 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. 

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Review

My rating: 3 of 5 stars

Dirty Billionaire is the first book of three installments in the Dirty Billionaire series and it is also the first book I read by Meghan March. 

Holly Wix, a prominent singer, can’t believe she has been coerced to sign a deal with the devil. She hopes to make a name for herself but her label has other plans. Plans that seem to hold her career back instead of promoting it. She has no idea how to get out of the deal, how to escape the label’s plans but one night with a stranger changes everything. 

Billionaire Creighton Karas never expected to feel the burning passion he does with a woman whose name he doesn’t even know. Being a millionaire comes with having the means to find her or in this case help her find him. Creighton will do anything to have her back. 

As the first installment, I expected the book to be more about the characters’ history than the burning passion between them! The majority of the book concentrates around their chemistry rather than their story. The book was HOT but I’d have liked to see more of a plot. 

Creighton was an A level a**hole. He was a billionaire and he wasn’t afraid to show it. He is arrogant, confident and he comes with a matching attitude. Creighton craves challenges; he is after all a man who can and has everything. Holly is exactly what he has been looking for. 

Holly was different from Creighton and yet when it comes to business, they are both the same. She’s at the beginning of her career but she has no control over it because of her deal with her label. However, she’s confident that if she tries hard enough she’s going to make it but things don’t look that good. In the beginning of the book her emotions and thought are all over the place but by the end she’s more focused, she has realized what her goal is and she’s going after it; with or without Creighton’s approval.

Dirty Billionaire is a cliffhanger but the good thing is that we won’t have to wait long for the second installment. I have no idea what’s going to happen next but I can’t wait to find out!

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Teaser

Holly 

COUNTRY STAR JC HUGHES CAUGHT BETWEEN A COCK AND A HARD PLACE 

How is he going to explain this one away to girlfriend Holly Wix and his fans? 

“That two-timin’ son of a . . .” 

I hiss under my breath as I stare at the headline—and the compromising picture accompanying it—splashed in vivid color across the front page of the gossip rag displayed prominently in the checkout line at my supermarket. For the second time in two months, it’s a picture of my “boyfriend” locked in an unmistakably passionate embrace with another woman, except this time she’s wearing a giant black strap-on. 

The edges of the paper crumple in my sweaty grip, and I fight the urge to tear it to shreds, along with every copy sitting on the rack in front of me. 

He’s going to destroy my career before it even has a chance to become a reality. 

One year, they said. One year in this joke of a “relationship” and I’d earn my stripes, be all set in the world of country music. Judge me all you want for agreeing, but when your brand-new record label puts something like that in the contract that will jet you out of the backwoods town you’re dying to escape, you don’t ask questions. You sign on the dotted line. 

But reality is a cold slap in the face, and some days it hits you when you’re standing in line at the grocery store. What happens when they finally catch JC with a guy? His habit of swinging both ways, but preferring men to women, is about to become the worst-kept secret in Nashville. 

I’m Holly Wix, winner of a make-me-a-star TV show, and handpicked by the label to buoy JC’s once-impressive but now flagging career. It didn’t seem like a big deal when they slipped it into my contract in the beginning. What starry-eyed girl wouldn’t be thrilled to have her name linked to a country star? 

Instead of the one-way ticket to stardom I naively expected, I’m becoming the butt of every industry joke faster than the guys back home can spend their paycheck on twelve-packs and scratch-offs. But I’ve got one shot at keeping this dream career alive, and honestly, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to save it. So this situation with JC needs to get settled before things spiral further out of control.

More from the Dirty Billionaire Series Coming Soon! 

Dirty Pleasures: Releasing on 12/29 

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… I have no idea how this marriage is going to go, but holding onto a piece of myself while succumbing to his dirty pleasures is shaping up to be the ride of a lifetime. 

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Dirty Together: Releasing on 1/12 

My wife. 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. Because I'll fight dirty to give her the happily ever after she deserves. 

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About Meghan March

Meghan March is the author of contemporary and erotic romance novels. 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.Find Meghan March Online

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Promo, Excerpt & Giveaway: The Lost by Cole McCade

The Lost by Cole McCade

Date of Publication: August 25, 2015

She's known it her whole life. She knows it every time she spreads her legs. Every time she begs for the pain, the pleasure, the heat of a hard man driving deep inside. She's a slave to her own twisted lusts--and it's eating her alive. She loves it. She craves it. Sex is her drug, and she's always chasing her next fix. But nothing can satisfy her addiction, not even the nameless men she uses and tosses aside. No one's ever given her what she truly needs.
Until Gabriel Hart.
Cold. Controlled. Impenetrable. Ex-Marine Gabriel Hart isn't the kind of man to come running when Leigh crooks her pretty little finger. She loathes him. She hungers for him. He's the only one who understands how broken she is, and just what it takes to satisfy the emptiness inside. But Gabriel won't settle for just one night. He wants to claim her, keep her, make her forever his. Together they are the lost, the ruined, the darkness at the heart of Crow City.
But Leigh has a darkness of her own. A predator stalking through her past--one she'll do anything to escape.
Even if it means running from the one man who could love her...and leaving behind something more precious to her than life itself.

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Note: This book contains material that may be triggering for some readers 

PROLOGUE 

"State your name." 

Cold, clipped words, blending into the noise of the police station. Leigh lifted her head from a fixed study of her clenched fingers. Colors whirled around her in a lurid carnival nightmare, too bright, too blurry. On a bench on the far side of the room, a wasted and broken scarecrow woman picked at a scab on her wrist with a certain habitual listlessness, oozing diseased red-brown blood over liver spots. Her tendons were rails under her skin, and the dull gleam of cuffs chained her to the bench. She raised her head and stared at Leigh with yellowed eyes that captured her with a sort of empty, terrifying promise. 

Across the desk a policewoman waited, with that compassionate impatience only a half-step from pity and shoulder-to-shoulder with disgust. Her flat blue eyes said she'd been trained to care, but couldn't be bothered anymore. Leigh swallowed and tugged her hoodie close against the tinny air-conditioned chill. Her mouth had dried to a tacky, sticky mess, gummy pills of lipstick beading on her lips, and her tongue was a bloated and useless organ, this swollen pink thing pushing pointlessly against her teeth. 

"Leigh," she ground out. "Clarissa Leigh…" Her married name scratched sandpaper syllables against her throat. "…van Zandt." 

"And Miss van Zandt, do you know why you're here?" 

She nodded, her neck a creaking wooden puppet-hinge. "I do." 

"Your family's been worried about you." 

"I know." 

She knew what she should do here. Bow her head in shame and contrition, maybe even sniffle. But she looked for the emotions and they weren't there; just scraps and tatters, clinging to the empty place where they belonged. She had no feeling left, hollowed out and lost and wondering how she'd ended up here. This didn't feel real. Instead it was a dream where everyone leered in fisheye close-up, their smiles all teeth and stretched red lips and manic glee. She wanted to run, but somehow she'd gone too numb to do anything but sit here surrounded by the stink of fear-sweat, stale beer, and that particular police-station smell of urine soaked into concrete for decades on end. 

"What happened to you?" the officer asked. Leigh didn't answer, and the officer's pen tapped against the forms on her desk, rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat, Morse code for I'd rather be anywhere but here with this spoiled little runaway princess. "It's been four years. You were declared legally dead." 

"That's all right." She closed her eyes with a laugh that ripped her guts up into her mouth, and buried her face in her hands. Dead. Dead. 

Yeah, that was about right. 

"Miss van Zandt?" 

Stop calling me that. 

"Miss van Zandt. I need you to focus on my voice." 

Stop calling me that! 

Leigh took a measured breath and opened her eyes. Her shoulders squared. The bolts on the back of the hard, ass-biting chair dug into her shoulder blades. "I am focused. I can hear you just fine." 

"Eyes are dilated." The officer—her nametag read Maroni, could there be a more clichéd name for a Crow City cop—leaned across the desk, peering at her face. Then she beckoned to the aide hovering over them like a mannequin. "I've seen this too many times. Drugs and prostitution." She talked about Leigh like she wasn't even there. "We'll have to clean her up before her husband gets here." 

"I'm not on drugs. I've never been on drugs." 

Maroni's pen-clicking stopped. Her disbelief was a heavy thing, push-push-pushing until Leigh nearly laughed. 

"You're not on drugs." 

"No." 

"Then what happened?" 

There it was. The first hint of exasperation. Of frustration, stitched into knitted brows and the purse of lips in just the right shade of I can't be a woman, I'm a cop mauve. Because like anyone normal, anyone who wasn't fucking broken to pieces and liked being that way, Maroni needed to make sense of this. Needed to quantify it in a world where the rules worked as normal and everyone wanted to chase that dream of happiness that wasn't anything but desperation painted over of a frantic tally of things. Things of plastic, things with value created by people whose upper lips curled when they looked down at little girls like Leigh, and demanded she account for herself in sane, rational ways that made proper sense. 

Sorry, Officer Maroni. 

I'm not the kind of thing that makes much sense. 

Maroni pushed a harsh sound through her teeth. "You had a job, a husband, a newborn son. You had a life other people would kill for, and we find you here on the streets. Were you pressured? Kidnapped?" 

"No. None of that." Leigh shook her head. 

"You'll have to explain, then." 

"I left." She trailed off, lips parted; no words came for long seconds, until she managed, "I…I was afraid." 

"Of what?" Maroni tried to catch her eye, but Leigh looked down at her hands, at her chipped pink fingernails dipped in the sparkles of shooting stars. "Miss van Zandt. If someone was hurting you, you need to tell us now so we can take appropriate steps to protect you." 

"No. No one hurt me. Not like that." 

"I'm afraid you'll need to be more clear. What were you afraid of?" 

"Of…" 

She struggled for an answer. Struggled for something this woman would accept, something that would make her sigh with sympathy and pity and relieved disdain that said there, but for the Grace of God… 

But again, she found nothing. Nothing but the truth, and Leigh shrugged as she looked up at the policewoman and wondered if she had daughters who might one day be like Leigh, daughters who would cut stark red lines of fingernails in the walls of flesh that caged her in the shape of pop culture's perfect woman. 

"Of the inevitable monotony of it all," she said. 

And smiled.

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About Cole McCade

Corporate consultant by day, contemporary romance author by night. 

Mid-thirties. Coffee addict. Cat lover. Bibliophile. Technophile. Definite sapiophile. Native Southerner. Runner. Country boy turned city suit. Shameless collector of guitar picks, vinyl records, and incense holders. Aficionado of late-night conversations over live music in seedy bars. Browncoat with a secret crush on Kaylee Frye. 

Fascinated by human sociology, and particularly by the psychology of sex and gender – and their effect on relationship expectations, the culture of dating, and what it means to fall in love. 

Non-smoker. The picture's just a stock photo. A rather broody, dark one for someone who isn't all that broody or dark, but sometimes forgets to smile even when he means to. 

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Book Blast & Pre-Order Giveaway: After Dark: The Darkest Angel/Shadow Hunter by Gena Showalter & Kait Ballenger

The AFTER DARK Anthology featuring Gena Showalter's The Darkest Angel and Kait Ballenger's Shadow Hunter is being released in mass market paperback on December 31 and to celebrate we are giving away lots of goodies.

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In order to enter, you must email a picture, screen shot or attach a copy of your receipt from your purchase of either the MASS MARKET PAPERBACK or MASS MARKET EBOOK version of After Dark. 

PLEASE NOTE: It MUST be the MASS MARKET format to be eligible for the giveaway.

Email your receipts to kaitballengergiveaway@gmail.com

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GRAND PRIZE:

Two (2) random entrants will each receive a $100.00 gift card to Amazon.

FIRST 10 ENTRANTS:

will receive a giant SWAG pack that contains a signed bookplate plus bookmarks from Gena along with SWAG from 50+ authors, courtesy of Book Monster Promotions.

FIRST 50 ENTRANTS:

will receive a goodie bag from Kait that includes bookmarks, magnets, pens and other goodies.

FIRST 500 ENTRANTS:

will receive the first chapter of Immortal Hunter, Book #2 in Kait's Execution Underground series for an exclusive peek. 

You have until 1/10/14 to purchase your Mass Market edition and submit your receipt. Winners will be announced by 1/15/14.

AFTER DARK

Mass Market Paperback: 400 pages

Publisher: Harlequin HQN (December 31, 2013)

Language: English

A Timeless Seduction

A Unique Temptation

And a Whole World of Dark Desires…

From New York Times bestselling author Gena Showalter….

The Darkest Angel

Winged warrior Lysander has been alive for centuries, and yet he's never known desire—until he meets Bianka. Spawned from the bloodline of his enemy, the beautiful but deadly Harpy is determined to lead the untouched Lysander into temptation. He may try to evade her attempts, but even the most iron-willed demon assassin can resist for only so long….

And from debut author Kait Ballenger….

Shadow Hunter

Vampire hunter Damon Brock's newest assignment with the Execution Underground is Rochester, New York, a city crawling with the undead. But he isn't the only hunter in town gunning for vamp blood. Tiffany Solow is fierce and ruthless when it comes to slaying the monsters that destroyed her family—and she works solo. But being alone is no longer an option when she meets the mysterious hunter who wants more than just her turf. Forced to unite against the local covens, the line between good and evil blurs when they must decide between their lifelong beliefs…and their newfound desires.

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