Kitty's Book Spot!

RELEASE DAY TOMORROW, so let's take a fond look back at how we got there.   Just to celebrate the last book in the trilogy coming out tomorrow... here is a look back at the reviews we have for the first 2 books in The Dirty Billionaire Trilogy .   If you have missed it for some reason, please click on the book cover(s) below to read the reviews by Kitty's Book Spot! for the titles given:               Author:   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, sas...

Creighton and Holly meet under some odd circumstances.  He protects her.  He fascinates her.  The attraction between them is electric sizzles between them. Holly has the advantage, she knows who he is.  He has no clue who she is or what she does for a living.  Can they look into the future together? Crey wants Holly and maybe more than he ever has wanted anyone in his life.  Holly wants to get her dreams, but has a music label on her back.  Can Crey save her from the problems she is buried in?  Will he still want her if he does? Holly and Crey make a great power couple but come with more baggage than an airplane.  The struggles are fun to read and I enjoyed each page.  I just had a hard time liking Crey there for a while, since he was just such a tough bastard.  Good start to the series, though.  I give this book a 3/5 Kitty's Paws UP! ***This ARC copy was given in exchange for an honest review.

Meghan March The Dirty Billionaire Series December 8, 2015     Dirty Billionaire by Meghan March Date of Publication: December 8, 2015 Blurb: 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...