From USA Today bestselling author Meghan March comes a sexy new duet. We've all had the bad boys, now it's time for a Real Good Man. Fall for a woman over text messages? No way in hell. Reality can never be as good at the fantasy, right? Wrong. It’s better. Banner Regent is smart, funny, and she’s so far out of my league, she might as well be royalty. I’m a mechanic from Kentucky. She’s a New York City party girl. We were never supposed to meet, but one text started something neither of us saw coming. How do you seduce the woman who already has everything? Show her what it’s like to be with a real good man. Real Good Man is book one of the Real Duet. Logan and Banner's story will conclude in Real Good Love, releasing January 17, 2017.
Meghan March is the queen of dirty talking alphas and you know the moment you start reading one of her books, you have no choice but to crank up the AC while simultaneously stick your head in the freezer to cool the heck down! I Love that this author is never afraid to have her male heroes take charge and say whatever is on their mind. They’re extremely tough on the outside but they know how to treat women and I love seeing that.
Banner Regent is the self proclaimed Queen of night stands and she doesn’t care what anyone else thinks. Judge her all you want, but that’s what she chose to do and she’s not looking for anyone’s approval. With a best friend that anyone could ask for and a decent job, Banner is living the life of a New York party girl with no responsibilities. But her favorite pastime is having flirtatious conversations with a hot former military guy turned mechanic. Their funny banters via text messages has been the highlight of her days and having him a friend is more than she could’ve asked for.
But what happens when the fantasy turns into reality?
“This man owns my body, and there’s nothing I can do about it”.
Logan Brantley has been the star in every woman’s dream from his hometown in Gold Haven KY. Being dubbed as the one to lock down and marry as soon as possible, Logan is no stranger to the gossip mill. Being back home from the military and now running his own mechanic shop, his goal is to stay out of the rumorsville and make his shop a successful business his town. But when his daily chats from the sassy blonde takes a new turn, he decides to make the first move soon they can meet in person.
Will they’re assumptions they have of each other be correct?
I don’t want to go into too much detail but I will say that I really liked this one. It was sexy, with the perfect small town charm and it had just the right amount of humor without it feeling forced and I loved that. But what I didn’t like was that damn cliffhanger! Are you EFFING kidding me?! I’m really trying to lower my cuss word vocabulary to a minimum of 20 f bombs per day, but Meghan March you’re testing me! It’s a good thing we don’t have to wait too long for “Real Good Love”.
If you love a sexy quick read with dirty talking alphas, this one is for you guys
Finally, fifteen minutes after we said we’d meet, Logan Brantley walks into the tapas bar. Every curse word known to woman—and several I make up on the fly—flash through my brain. This isn’t fair. Logan Brantley is even sexier when he’s not dressed in camo and carrying a big gun. More than one head swings in his direction. Women flip their hair and uncross and re-cross their legs as he steps up to the hostess stand. A shaft of possessiveness lights up inside me, right along with nervous energy and my pounding heart. Back off, bitches. He’s not here for you. I hear the low rumble of his deep drawl when he speaks to the hostess. She gestures in my direction, and he turns. Piercing blue eyes find me at the table where a lone water glass sits in front of me. Liquid courage should definitely have been on the menu. Why didn’t I order a drink? Because I’m an idiot. Because I thought I could handle this. Now my heart is hammering so loud, my voice will probably be inaudible, or even worse—quaver when I speak. Logan walks toward me with long, sure strides. He’s taller than I realized. And broader. And bigger. Everywhere. He’s wearing a black Henley that stretches across his chest, leaving no doubt of the fact that the man is built. And his jeans. Jesus. They’re worn and snug in all the right places. The picture I found was clearly not recent, and it’s not just the fact that his brown hair is longer and shaggier. He’s one of those men who age well. Logan stops in front of me when he reaches the tall bar table. He says nothing as his gaze drops to the toes of my boots and drags up every inch of my body. “You’re a hard woman to find.”
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 firstname.lastname@example.org.