Ellie Montague is smart, sensitive, and so gorgeous it hurts to look at her. She’s also an intern in my office. The office of the Prime Minister of Canada.*
That’s me. The PM.
She calls me that because when she calls me Sir, I get hard and she gets flustered, and as long as she’s my intern, I can’t twist my hands in her strawberry-blonde hair and show her what else I’d like her to do with that pretty pink mouth.**
How much I like the PM varies on a daily basis. He’s intense, controlling, and a perfectionist in every way—and he demands the same of his staff.
How much I want him never wavers.
There’s something about him that tugs at me deep inside, and makes me wish that just once he’d cross the line in a late night work session. I’d take that secret to the grave if it meant I got a taste of the barely restrained beast inside him.***
* This is a fictional erotic romance. No prime ministers or interns were harmed in the making of this book.
** Except it’s a BDSM romance, so they were hurt a little.*** Spoiler alert: she gets more than a taste. And she likes it.
Mom by day and filthy romance writer by night, Ainsley Booth is super grateful for caffeine, banana and blueberry muffins, and yoga pants.
Surrounded by mist-covered mountains, Sadie Haller lives a quiet life with her husband and fur-babies.
Together, they write dirty Canadian erotic romance about awesome characters they'd love to be friends with in real life.
Also in this series:
Mr. Hat Trick
Page of Swords
365 days I’ve wanted Beth beneath me, begging for release. One long, angst-filled year we’ve circled each other, keeping things strictly professional.
But I’ve also got shit in my past that complicates relationships. And I should know better than to hope secrets can stay buried.
A year? Try ten. A decade ago, I let Lachlan walk away because deep down, I knew he needed something else.
As soon as I laid eyes on her, I understood what I was up against: he loves Beth. Looks at her in a way he’d never look at me.
I get it.
Curvy, smart, and bossy? I just might love her, too.
Two men. Two first dates.
Two first kisses…
But this doesn’t feel like a love triangle.
Oh no. It’s much more complicated than that. I’m not complaining. I’m game for anything. I just have one rule: we don’t tell anyone.
* Warning: there are no limits to these Mounties’ willingness to please
* Never underestimate the strength of a woman
* Sometimes the past can come back and bite you...if you're lucky
* Top-secret clearance means three doesn’t need to be a crowd
Katalina, the new intern, worries about the revelation of her most painful secret much more than she fears her sexy boss's wrath. She sees the loneliness in his dark eyes, feels the gentleness in his marred fingers, tastes the need in his kisses … and she knows he watches her. His silly rules about not stripping for the cameras and no sex at the office are destined to be broken.
Kat likes to be watched. Henley can't look away. Will this beauty be able to tame her beastly boss?
When Jeremy notices a letter on the porch, he has no idea it will change his life forever. Soon he finds himself giving into his deepest desires as his wife turns into his Mistress, and he becomes a 24/7 servant of hers!
Jason and Lynne are nerds. They grew up as best friends who share interests in science and running. They just had to hike into that remote desert canyon to see some dinosaur tracks. Alone in that canyon when disaster threatens, they learn how important they really are to each other…and that a boy and a girl can be much more to each other than just best friends.
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I deliberately walked right past the drugstore several times. An intelligent man always makes an adequate reconnaissance, I assured myself, before undertaking a mission into enemy territory.
Eventually, I worked up the courage to enter. The clerk at the cash register was a woman. A young woman. A good-looking young woman.
As a general rule, I liked dealing with sexy young women. If I'd been planning to buy aspirin, a pair of cheap sunglasses, or something equally innocuous, I'd have been glad to see that woman there.
But this was a different story. I was here to buy condoms, and taking them to that young woman would amount to walking up to her and saying "I'm planning to get laid. Again and again.”
Slightly panicked, I looked around the store and tried to assume the manner of someone who's forgotten something. Muttering (a little too loudly) a remark or two about leaving my wallet at home, I turned around and walked back out of the store.
Not knowing what else to do, I walked several blocks east, turned around, and walked back. That should give them enough time to put a different clerk behind the register, I thought irrationally. It didn't occur to me that a different clerk might also be a woman. Or that the store might not rotate cash-register duty every ten minutes. Screwing up my courage again, I re-entered the building.
The same person was still at the register. She was still a woman, still young, although the line now comprised different people. She looked directly at me and smiled. I returned what must have been a sickly excuse for a smile. Damn! I continued to myself. She's noticed me. Now she knows I'm here. I was desperate, but, try as I might, I couldn't think of a plausible reason why a person might leave the store a second time and return. I guessed I was stuck there now.
Trying to pretend that I wasn't there at all, or at least trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, I walked past the counter and into the aisles of shelving. As I moved, the store's public address system squawked. Convinced that I'd been detected and that someone was going to order all young, unmarried men who were looking for condoms to get out of the store, I jumped about a foot into the air. But it was nothing to do with me: a woman's voice said "Anita, dry clean-up in Aisle Four. Anita, dry clean-up in Aisle Four," and the system lapsed into silence
Beginning with Aisle One, I slouched up and down the aisles, looking, looking, looking, moving only my eyes, trying not to move my head from side to side. If I just look like I know what I'm after and where I'm going, I thought, everything will be okay…
A minute or two later, in Aisle Four, I encountered another store clerk. It was another woman. Naturally. She wore a name tag that read "Anita W" on her Rite-Aid smock and she wielded a broom, a dustpan, and a wastebasket as she removed shards of a broken bottle, and the tan powder that had once been in the bottle, from the floor. Anita was middle-aged, and she reminded me of my mother! That was wrong—so wrong!—at this point in my life and for what I needed.
"Good afternoon, sir," she said with a smile. "Are you finding what you need?"
I wasn't, but I wasn't about to tell her that! If I did, she would ask what I was looking for, and then, when I left, two women would know what I had come for. They would talk about that with each other. There was no doubt in my mind. They would laugh together at the nerdy stripling!
Surely I wasn't going to have to ask for condoms at the checkout counter! In a store that seemed to have only female employees!
Also in this series:
Mr. Hat Trick
Page of Swords
After years of avoiding her teenage crush, Hildy Klein is shocked to come face to face with Wilson Kennedy.
Her uncle's wake isn't the place to unravel all the ways that Wilson could leave her emotionally vulnerable and exposed, yet his gentle persistence is impossible to ignore.
But Wilson is no longer that boy in her fantasies, and now Hildy must decide if she will give up control and commit to the protective, kinky Dom he's become.
Second Chance, Alpha Male, BDSM
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 the first book in the Real Duet and should be read before Real Good Love, book two, available everywhere now.
There are several other characters to read about in the Dirty world.
You can find them here:
The Dirty Billionaire Trilogy:
The Dirty Girl Duet:
The Real Dirty Duet:
"Fans of Meghan March will go CRAZY over Logan Brantley! He's so damn sexy, rugged, and an all around good guy. You will fall in LOVE with him instantly!" ~ Shayna Renee's Spicy Reads
"Loved this story by Meghan March! Don't hesitate to one click this baby!" ~ author Amy Daws
"I'm going to keep this short and sweet. Make Meghan a one-click author now! No story will disappoint and Real Good Man is no different!" ~ Beauty and Her Books
"All the stars for this book! Another MUST READ!" ~ Goodreads reviewer
Alpha, alpha male, mechanic, alpha male mechanic, rich heroine, strong heroine, big city, New York City, NYC, long distance relationship, country boy, city girl, high society city girl, small town, small town romance, Kentucky romance, marine, soldier, country, blue collar, blue collar romance, hard working, hard working alpha, romantic comedy, opposites attract.
I like my sex dirty. It takes a hell of a lot to tilt my moral compass, and I always follow when it's pointing at something I want. That goes double when it points straight at the one girl in all of Chicago who's not dying for a piece of me.
She's all I can think about, and that's a problem, because she wants nothing to do with me. But I've seen her deepest secrets, her darkest fantasies, and they match mine to a fucking T.
I want her. Bad.
Now I need to show her how good it can feel...to be shameless.
Each book in the Playboys in Love series is STANDALONE: