Sunday, August 28, 2016

Book Tour for Bad Judgment by Meghan March (REVIEW)

Readers who love sexy and snarky playboys will be drawn to Ryker Grant and his combustible connection to the strong-willed Justine Porter as their battle of the sexes heats up.  Keep reading to get a tantalizing taste of Bad Judgment by Meghan March, along with my impressions of it, then add it to your bookshelf!

He’s so arrogant.
She’s so self-righteous.
I can’t stand him.
I want her.
He’s a distraction I don’t need.
She’ll say yes eventually because I’m not giving up.
Justine Porter is stuck between a rock and a stripper pole. She lost her law school scholarship, which means she has two choices to keep her life on track: strip for her tuition or tutor the most distractingly sexy guy in her class—the one she’s been turning down for two years straight. It should be an easy choice, but tutoring Ryker Grant could derail her plans to graduate with honors faster than two-for-one night at the Déjà Vu. Then again, topless has never really been her color.
She could take the easy road, just this once . . . but the deal has enough loopholes to trip anyone up.
Who knew they taught bad judgment in law school?


"Ive got some things I need to say to you, and youre going to let me."
Her brown eyes snap up to mine, surprise clear in them. Why should I?"
Because youre nothing if not curious, and you want to know what I have to say."
She steps backward, and I let my fingertips trail across her skin before they drop away. Justine adjusts the straps of her backpack on her shoulders and tucks Chewbacca into a side pocket.
You know you want to hear the rare sound of me apologizing, dont you?"
Justine purses her lips, and all I can think about is the dreams I had all weekend of her staring down at me from a stage while she danced and stripped. My own private show. Im not going to admit how many times I jacked off to the mental picture. I need the real thing, and I wont have another shot if she wont even give me a chance to talk to her.
I dont know what changes her mind, but she relaxes her posture and relents. Fine. Youve got five minutes. This better be good."
Its not much, but Ill take it. I lead the way out of the classroom, slipping out the side door I used to make my unobtrusive entrance. Or at least, it was unobtrusive until I decided to share my strike-out history with the entire class at Professor Turners invitation.
Glancing behind me, Im marginally surprised to see Justine actually following. I head for the third-floor doors to the library, where the private rooms are. This conversation isnt for public consumption.
The first private room on the right is empty, so I push the door open. Justine trails me inside, and I shrug off my backpack and drop it on one of the four chairs.
She closes the door behind her and leans against it, her arms crossed over her chest. Im guessing she wouldnt stand that way if she realized how it draws attention to her chest. I force my eyes back to her face. Im not about to fuck this up.
Wow, you must really plan on groveling if you need privacy, she says, an eyebrow raised in challenge.
Maybe I just wanted to get you alone."
She rolls her eyes. And Im already getting bored."
You love to bust my balls, dont you?"
I dont really like to think about your balls, if you want to know the truth."
I try on my charming smile, the one that has dropped panties for years. Im calling bullshit on that. Youve thought about me at least once."
She pushes off the door and turns halfway to reach for the handle. And if thats all you wanted to say, then I think were done here."
Im shocked when she listens.
Justine rubs her hands over her face, her every move revealing her frustration. You ask me out for two years, practically blackmail me into a kiss, then you blow me off completely, and now youre all up in my business again. What the hell do you want from me?"
Her confusion punches me in the gut, making me wish I could tell her why I wasnt there the morning I promised to help her move. It wasnt for any reason she thinks.
I stride toward her, pressing one palm against the door beside her head. Im not blowing you off, and I havent stopped thinking about that night."
Then why--"
I cant give her the explanation she wants, so I try something different.
Lowering my head, I catch the next words out of her mouth on my lips. Theyre just as soft as I remember, and I drop my other hand to her hip, drawing her against me. Her fingers curl into the fabric of my T-shirt, almost reluctantly, but shes not pushing me away.
I take her mouth, my tongue diving between her lips to taste her again—finally, but the pulsing of my dick against the zipper of my jeans forces me to back off. If I dont, Ill be laying her out on the table behind us, and thats not what this is about. At least, not all of what this is about.
With her face flushed and her hair messy from my fingers, Justine shutters her expression. Shes rebuilding her walls brick by brick.
Thats not going to work for me.
Whats it going to take, Justine? I remember asking her the same question at the bar.
Her dark eyes fill with confusion. “Whats what going to take? The words come out defensively.
With you. To get a second chance. I fucked up once, but doesnt everyone deserve another shot?




When it comes to romances it's all about the banter between the main characters that fuels my enjoyment of the story and this one has banter that kept a smile on my face from beginning to end.  Set amidst the cutthroat world of law school it's a battle of the sexes between the sexy and snarky Ryker who's feeling a bit lost about his academic future and the strong-willed Justine who's path is quite clear.  Theirs is a combustible connection that goes from enemies to lovers after fate throws them together but as their burgeoning relationship evolves a vindictive ex forces certain truths into the open that might end their HEA before it's barely begun.

Ryker's a carefree guy who's going to law school as his father desires but he's feeling frustrated with events in his life starting to spiral out of control.  The only certainty he feels is his connection to Justine, who he's been lusting after for two years with no luck.  When fate gives him the chance to spend countless hours with her he realizes he wants so much more than a casual fling but a melodramatic series of events pulls them apart and it will take a lot of talking to set things right.  Ryker's a sexy and charming guy who comes from a prominent family that hides a serious issue with his mom behind a facade.  He's lost but being with Justine gives him a sense of stability.  With her tutoring him he gets to see past her studious side to a caring and loving side that has him thinking of the future.  Others might see him as uncaring but he does many sweet things to show he cares with each word and deed endearing him to me.  Ryker's also a master of dirty talk and I enjoyed the heat this added to his encounters with her that helped her let loose.  On a whole Ryker was the highlight of this story and I've now added him to my list of book boyfriends.

Justine had a rough childhood as the daughter of con artists, feeling used and unloved.  From that moment on she became focused on a career in the law, devoting herself to studying and hiding from life and the pain of opening her heart to possible rejection.  She's a smart girl but feels unworthy of love which is part of her reasoning in pushing Ryker away.  When her scholarship is terminated though she makes a deal with his dad that saves her education but dooms her heart and soul as she soon falls head over heels for Ryker.  Hiding her agreement with his dad soon puts a wedge between them that leads to a series of overly dramatic events that dimmed my enjoyment a bit with all the over-the-top melodrama.  Justine doesn't like accepting help from others and despite getting knocked down repeatedly she always rises above it as she's more than capable of taking care of herself which adds a fiery element to her and Ryker's banter.  With everything that befalls her towards the end of the story though Justine finally has to deal with her past as it's keeping her from making a future with Ryker.  It's a heartbreaking time for her, one that has her and Ryker both revealing unsavory truths, but it's a time which will ultimately bring them closer than ever.

This was an entertaining story with rapid-fire dialogue between Ryker and Justine teeming with sexual tension.  Their relationship evolves slowly which allows them to get to know each other beyond their obvious physical attraction and eventually leads to scorching erotic encounters that has Justine finally living life.  There's a bit of angst early on but it's the end of the story when events become a bit far-fetched and melodramatic, but by then this couple had already completely charmed me which had me looking past a few of these unnecessary plot twists.  Along with this compelling main couple comes an engaging cast of secondary characters that I'd love to see more of in the future.  From the cocky but loyal Ian and Brandon to the sassy and supportive Merica these are friends to die for who deserve their own HEAs as they were there for Ryker and Justine every step of the way.  On a whole this was another winner from Ms. March, despite things becoming a bit chaotic at the end, as the core of this story is the sweet and sexy relationship between Ryker and Justine that held me captive from the first page to the last!

My rating for this is a B.

*I got this book from the author for review in exchange for my honest opinion.


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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