real-good-man-amazonFrom 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.


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My Review

Real Good Man is an amazing laugh-out-loud yet scintillatingly steamy love story that will delight and entertain in every possible way! This is truly how I see the essence of this beautiful author herself. This feels so much more personal to me than any of her other books. Everyone has their own way to look at the world around them, and to me this feels like a story chock full of hope and dreams that in a way echo a few of mine. If anyone could be called a Queen of romance, then Meghan will always have a vote from me.

Banner seems to be living the dream life. No heavy responsibilities or serious worries weighing her down while she basks in days filled with all the trappings that a life in New York can possibly offer. While this may sound like a life someone would kill for, in truth, who’s to say that would be truly fulfilling after a while? When all you deal with is merely on the surface, you risk your heart withering and dying on the sidewalk of the next must attend event. Logan is working on building a life and cleaning up his one tainted reputation in his small town. When a random text connects him to Banner, his world tilts on its axis. Chalking It up to a freak accident, he moves on only to find himself being pulled inexplicably to a mystery woman he knows very little about. Can the unexpected lead to something truly life-changing and mind-blowing, or will reality shatter the fantasies that they both hold for the other?

Banner is a beautifully complex character who splits her heart in two for reasons even she isn’t aware of. It’s her strange version of life that leads her to moments of true exhilaration and surprising transcendence. Life has a way of pushing and pulling us to where we eventually need to be, and when our paths collide with others that play a big part in the future, we stand in utter awe at the events that unfold before us. Logan isn’t looking for more then what he has achieved so far. He’s content with the life he has built with his own two hands, and he will fight tooth and nail to keep himself free. He is a man that is so different than the ones Banner hangs out with, and she needs to know what it is that has her wanting a second chance. These two stole my heart and showed me that taking a risk can be a real good thing.

If you are wanting to lose yourself in a world where possibilities are the stuff of dreams and risks are the epitome of passion, then you have to pick up one of Meghan March’s spectacular masterpieces. What you find with its pages are the pieces that fill in the cracks of your own heart. Life is meant to be lived fully and passionately. Nothing less would do it justice.



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



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