Real Duet, #2
by Meghan March
Release Date:
January 17, 2017
Genres:
Contemporary
Romance
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Synopsis:
From USA Today bestselling author Meghan March comes a sexy new duet with a hero you won't want to miss.
I’ve had my fair share of bad boys, but nothing prepared me for what it was like to be with a real good man.
Logan Brantley changed everything.
Somewhere along the way, what started as a fling became the best part of my life.
He makes me want all the things I’ve never had, like forever and happily ever after, but nothing worth having comes easily. Everyone is betting on us to fail, but I’m ready to fight for this real good love.
Real Good Love is the conclusion of the Real Duet and should be read following Real Good Man.
by Meghan March
Release Date:
January 17, 2017
Genres:
Contemporary
Romance
Add to Goodreads
Review & Excerpt Tour Hosted by:
InkSlinger PR
Source:
Author via Review Tour Host
eARC received in exchange of honest review
Synopsis:
From USA Today bestselling author Meghan March comes a sexy new duet with a hero you won't want to miss.
I’ve had my fair share of bad boys, but nothing prepared me for what it was like to be with a real good man.
Logan Brantley changed everything.
Somewhere along the way, what started as a fling became the best part of my life.
He makes me want all the things I’ve never had, like forever and happily ever after, but nothing worth having comes easily. Everyone is betting on us to fail, but I’m ready to fight for this real good love.
Real Good Love is the conclusion of the Real Duet and should be read following Real Good Man.
Excerpt:
I’m a woman on a mission when I step off my last flight at six o’clock at night, annoyed it took me an entire freaking day to get here since I made my plans at the last minute. As soon as I leave the rental car desk, I’m headed for my first destination. Logan’s shop.
He’s never going to know what hit him. My skirt is short, my heels are tall, and my hair, skin, and nails are perfect from the pampering I managed to sneak in this week.
I pull into the parking lot an hour and a half later, mostly because I was so busy singing along to every kick-ass female anthem on my playlist that I missed the turn and went fifteen miles in the wrong direction.
But no one needs to know that little detail.
The lights are still on, and Logan’s truck is parked in its normal spot alongside the building. No other cars remain in the lot.
I pull out my phone and switch it out of airplane mode. I told myself I kept it there all day because I was worried about the safety of my flights and obviously because of the FAA regulations, but that’s total bull.
I didn’t trust myself not to answer what must be at least a few messages from Logan. I wanted this to be a surprise. Like when Logan thought I might be pregnant, this is a discussion that needs to happen in person.
A few text messages pop up from him immediately, and they’re progressively more . . . let’s call it assertive.
My Sexy Man: Bruce, call me.
My Sexy Man: Seriously, babe. Call me.
My Sexy Man: CALL ME.
My Sexy Man: This radio silence shit will not fly. Call me, Bruce.
My Sexy Man: Banner Regent, don’t even try to dodge me. I know where you are, and I will come to you and show you how a real man handles this situation.
A smile spreads over my face. I’ve come to terms with a few things in the last twenty-four hours, and one of them is that I don’t care if I’m the first one to say those words I’ve been holding back. I love Logan Brantley, and I’m not going to let another day go by without telling him. To his face.
After I park, I slide out of the car, careful not to pull a Britney and flash anyone my vag because I’m going commando under this skirt, and strut my ass up to the entrance.
I push on the door that opens into the waiting room, but it doesn’t budge. Locked. Well, dammit, that’s not part of my plan. I bang on it, but no one comes. The beat of whatever rock song he’s listening to is thumping through the walls.
I pull my phone out of my wristlet and text him back.
Banner: Open the damn door.
A response pops up in seconds.
My Sexy Man: What door?
Banner: I’m waiting.
He’s never going to know what hit him. My skirt is short, my heels are tall, and my hair, skin, and nails are perfect from the pampering I managed to sneak in this week.
I pull into the parking lot an hour and a half later, mostly because I was so busy singing along to every kick-ass female anthem on my playlist that I missed the turn and went fifteen miles in the wrong direction.
But no one needs to know that little detail.
The lights are still on, and Logan’s truck is parked in its normal spot alongside the building. No other cars remain in the lot.
I pull out my phone and switch it out of airplane mode. I told myself I kept it there all day because I was worried about the safety of my flights and obviously because of the FAA regulations, but that’s total bull.
I didn’t trust myself not to answer what must be at least a few messages from Logan. I wanted this to be a surprise. Like when Logan thought I might be pregnant, this is a discussion that needs to happen in person.
A few text messages pop up from him immediately, and they’re progressively more . . . let’s call it assertive.
My Sexy Man: Bruce, call me.
My Sexy Man: Seriously, babe. Call me.
My Sexy Man: CALL ME.
My Sexy Man: This radio silence shit will not fly. Call me, Bruce.
My Sexy Man: Banner Regent, don’t even try to dodge me. I know where you are, and I will come to you and show you how a real man handles this situation.
A smile spreads over my face. I’ve come to terms with a few things in the last twenty-four hours, and one of them is that I don’t care if I’m the first one to say those words I’ve been holding back. I love Logan Brantley, and I’m not going to let another day go by without telling him. To his face.
After I park, I slide out of the car, careful not to pull a Britney and flash anyone my vag because I’m going commando under this skirt, and strut my ass up to the entrance.
I push on the door that opens into the waiting room, but it doesn’t budge. Locked. Well, dammit, that’s not part of my plan. I bang on it, but no one comes. The beat of whatever rock song he’s listening to is thumping through the walls.
I pull my phone out of my wristlet and text him back.
Banner: Open the damn door.
A response pops up in seconds.
My Sexy Man: What door?
Banner: I’m waiting.
Review:
Rating:
I give, Real Good Love, by Meghan March, 4 steamy, fun, irresistible stars!
Real Good Love is the last installment in Meghan March’s Real Duet. The first book, Real Good Man, left us with a cliffhanger that made me want more! Banner and Logan are back and they are hotter than ever! The conclusion to their story was great and I’m extremely happy that I finally got to read some books by Meghan March. She was a new-to-me author before I read Real Good Man.
Real Good Love picks up exactly where Real Good Man left off. Banner is back in NYC after receiving some unexpected news. Her trip makes her realize that she misses Logan like crazy and that she’s absolutely head over heels in love with him. Will this city girl follow her heart and move to Kentucky to be with the man that holds the key to her heart?
Banner and Logan’s banter was awesome like in the first book and their chemistry was panty-melting hot! These two have plenty of sexy times in this book. Meghan March did a fantastic job not only with Banner and Logan, but with the supporting cast of characters as well. The characters in this story were easy to relate to and the writing style was captivating. I liked the little mystery included in the story. There is danger lurking around the small town where Logan lives and I could not wait to find out how everything was going to play out. The Real Duet was a great reading escape that left me with a smile on face and a satisfied bookworm heart.
Real Good Love picks up exactly where Real Good Man left off. Banner is back in NYC after receiving some unexpected news. Her trip makes her realize that she misses Logan like crazy and that she’s absolutely head over heels in love with him. Will this city girl follow her heart and move to Kentucky to be with the man that holds the key to her heart?
Banner and Logan’s banter was awesome like in the first book and their chemistry was panty-melting hot! These two have plenty of sexy times in this book. Meghan March did a fantastic job not only with Banner and Logan, but with the supporting cast of characters as well. The characters in this story were easy to relate to and the writing style was captivating. I liked the little mystery included in the story. There is danger lurking around the small town where Logan lives and I could not wait to find out how everything was going to play out. The Real Duet was a great reading escape that left me with a smile on face and a satisfied bookworm heart.
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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 meghanmarchbooks@gmail.com
