Series: Real Duet #2
Published by Red Dress Press on January 17th 2017
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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.
This is one of those rare cases where I liked the conclusion to a duet better than the first book.
The small cliffhanger from the previous book is addressed right away, and I’m happy to say Banner and Logan handle things in an adult manner so it doesn’t result in extended unnecessary drama. The story unfolds at a quick pace with different side plots to capture your interest.
Banner continues to be the talk of the small town as she and Logan grow closer, and she handles the trifling women in her uniquely bold and hilarious way that I’ve come to love. Logan is busy balancing work with keeping Banner happy both in and out of the bedroom. Then there’s the meth problem that causes the townspeople to feel the weight of suspicion. All the while Banner’s decision to stay in Kentucky or move back to NYC looms.
Several of the characters from the Billionaire series return, and it is especially entertaining to see how Crey is adapting to fatherhood. Real Good Love makes for a naughty, funny, and very enjoyable conclusion to the Real duet.
Recommended for fans of:
Vintage car remodeling
Strong, feisty heroines
Small town life
**ARC received in exchange for an honest review.**
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.