4,5 stars. It’s funny, it’s mind blowing hot and it’s a rollercoaster. The story of two opposites attract each other, and even if they try they can not do anything to stop it.
About the plot: Banner Regent has a sassy attitude, lack of filter and is the queen of one-night stands as she says about herself alone. She met Logan, when he let her best friend wrote to her via his phone. They started texting to each other and became friends. Completely different worlds and hundreds of kilometers separating New York and Kentucky gave her a sense of security that she will not be able to screw it up with the bad habits.
“Logan is supposed to stay inside my little magic box of a phone where I feel like I’m still in control, because the second he becomes real, as in flesh and blood, all bets are off.”
But Logan Brantley is fascinated by her and wants to get to know a girl, which is so different from those around him. He has no illusions but leaves for New York to meet her and get rid of this enchantment. Because the fantasy can not be better than the imagination, right?
“I wanted to be sure she’ll remember me, but she’s making it so I’ll never forget her.”
Final thoughts: This is my first book of Meghan March and I can say that she did very good first impression on me. The blurb is quite awesome, but it’s much more than that.
Firstly, it is like a romantic comedy. The main heroine is very funny and provide you plenty of smiles while reading. Secondly, is a erotic romance, because let me tell you, it is scorching hot. They have tons of amazing dirty exchanges. And the dominant side of Logan inflame you to the red.
“So you don’t think I should take my neighbor’s advice and keep my legs closed?”
“Only if you want your pussy to be even tighter while I fuck you.”
And finally, elements of suspense, because you’ll find a little mysterious and dangerous action in the plot. It becomes even more interesting when a city girl put her foot in a small town. And this is by far my favorite moments.
Keep in mind that is a duet and ends with a cliffhanger. But the second part, Real Good Love, already in January 17th. And after the end I’m sure everyone will want to read what happens next. I didn’t give the full stars just to leave a room to rating the whole story. But I definitely recommend it for everyone who wants to read a funny opposites attract kind of book.
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.”
About The Author
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.