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Who knew things could get even darker and dirtier in New Orleans? New York Times bestselling author Meghan March introduces the Savage Prince of the city, the man you never want to meet.

I do what I want and who I want. I don’t follow anyone’s rules—even my own.
I knew I shouldn’t touch her, but it didn’t stop me.
Didn’t stop me the second time either. Only made me want a third.
My lifestyle suits the savage I am, and she doesn’t.
But Temperance Ransom is my newest addiction, and I’m nowhere near ready to quit her yet.
I’ll have her my way, even if it means dragging her into the darkness.
Hopefully it doesn’t kill us both.

Savage Prince is book one of the Savage Trilogy, set in the same world as Ruthless King, however you do not need to read the Mount Trilogy to devour this scandalously hot new story.



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★ ★ ★ ★ ★

Reviewed by Sharon Thérèse

That feeling you get when you’ve only read a few lines and you know putting the book down isn’t going to be an option. That doing an all-nighter is on cards and you couldn’t give a damn as you’re simply wallowing in it and if you’re not jumping up and down, it’s simply because you don’t want to embarrass yourself! March’s writing has this effect on me. I have to admit that I haven’t read all her books; nonetheless, this one felt different from the ones I’ve read so far. Why, you may ask! Well ladies, make sure you’re sitting comfortably ‘cause I’m about to explain why!

The adjective ‘hot’ comes up short. Swelteringly impassioned and ardently intense are definitely more fitting! Now then, if any of you are familiar with my reviews, you’ll know my main interest lies in the plot, the setting and the character development. I’m well aware that amorous scenarios give an added spice to any read…a bite if you like. However, other details require our distraction. Here’s the huge plus which swung me. Not only is the storyline above the rest, what bowled me over was how the author’s entwined so much intrigue into the first of what I can only imagine to be a nail-biting series with so much steaminess. Seriously, it is steamy! Obviously I wouldn’t dream of telling you how I felt after turning the last page. The ending ladies, is for you to discover.

The tension which starts to build up in the first two chapters simply gets better and better as you read on. And the cameo appearances from The Anti-Heroes Collection had me jumping for joy, figuratively speaking of course. But who stole the show, who I’d already met was Temperance. I’d like to point out that the author has written the book in such a way that it is not necessary to have read the previous series. Temperance…oh my, what a marvellous character. Responsible, sharp and always on the ball, she’s been given the opportunity to run ‘the business’ while her boss is having time out with her better half. Showing her worth, making friends, feeling comfortable with herself and confronting her past, was what she wanted to achieve. Hmm…never in a million years could she have imagined what was to come though.

The man! Dark and so damn beguiling regardless of his…how can I put it without letting on, veil of mystery, intrigued her. Or better said, whet her sexual appetite. Perhaps too much for her own good, but who knows how she really feels comes from the most unexpected source and I do hope you love this character as much as I did! However, this inopportune taste of danger rung sweet. I asked myself where such an attraction would lead to. I also asked myself how she’d conjured up such fearlessness to do what she did. Did Temperance bite off more than she could chew? And if so, to what extent would she pay the consequences? Every step he or she took, every move they made, every allegedly calculated thought could unknowingly throw both of them out of kilter. It’s an addictive erotic relationship neither can stay away from. It’s dark, thrilling and fast paced and I blinkin’ revelled in it!

I’m dying for the author to put me out of my misery and answer my questions. I can’t say much more ladies…and gents ‘cause why not, you guys would probably love it—without spoiling it for you. Now that would be a crying shame, wouldn’t it?

So, how on earth can I sum up this read when there are two books to complete The Anti-Heroes Collection? What I can say is March’s latest release goes above and beyond. Her creative writing enraptured me; titillated and teased, tested my patience and pushed me further than I thought possible. And get this, I still want more! I have no doubt whatsoever that Iron Prince: Book Two, is going to blow my socks off! Bravo March!




“That you, Temperance?”
My gaze searches the darkness, interrupted only by the Chinese lanterns and fairy lights hanging from the trees, until it lands on the red dragon emblazoned on the back of a black silk kimono, topped by a fluffy white head of hair.
Shit. My landlady.
“I’m so sorry to disturb you, Harriet. I’ll just—”
She spins around, spry for her advanced age. “Oh, girl, you’ve got sex hair. At least that makes one of us.”
I squeeze my eyes shut in humiliation. “I . . . uh . . . got—”
“Done up right by a real man, I’d say. About damn time, girl. I was starting to think you were a lost cause of all work and no play. Almost wondered if I’d have to find a new tenant to get some entertainment around here.”
I blink twice as she shuffles toward me, fluffy pink marabou slippers on her feet. “You were going to kick me out because I work too much?”
I knew my landlady was a little nutty, but I didn’t realize she was downright crazy.
“It would’ve been a last resort. I was going to send you a male stripper first. Girl, you need some fun in your life, and you do nothing but go between here and work. Boring as hell.”
Her point is finally sinking in, but part of me is still in shock. “I’m boring?”
“Of course you are. I swear, you go out of your way to stay that way too. But not tonight. Tonight, you look like you got dicked down by a real man.” She takes a seat at the outdoor patio table and reaches for a bottle of wine. “Here’s a glass. Now, sit down and consider part of your rent spilling the juicy details.”
Dumbstruck, I close the distance between us and take a seat at the table. “It’s nothing. I swear.”
“Girl, you’re practically walking bowlegged. I’ve been around the block plenty of times. You won’t shock me.”
I reach for the glass of wine and take a long drink. Good Lord, I needed this.
“I shouldn’t even be admitting what I did tonight.”
Harriet’s aged eyes practically light up as she grins. “Those are the best stories. Come now, I’ll take it to the grave.”
I squeeze my eyes shut. “I think I accidentally went to a sex club.”
Harriet’s wineglass clinks the metal of the table. “I knew this was going to be good. How do you accidentally go to a sex club?”
I tell her about the note that came to the office, and rushing to meet the appointment, assuming I was there to sell whiskey . . . and end with the part about running from the room.
Harriet claps with childlike excitement. “There’s hope for you yet, Temperance. When are you going back?”
I’m stunned at her reaction. I didn’t exactly expect her to judge, but I sure didn’t think she’d cheer me on.
“Never. I can’t. That’s not me. I’m not . . .”
“Interesting? Sexually adventurous? Up to be manhandled regularly by a real man?”
“I don’t even know his name!”
Harriet waves off my concern. “If I had a nickel for every man whose name I didn’t know, I’d be even richer than I am now. You can’t take life so seriously. You’ll never make it out alive. Now, you go upstairs, take the rest of this bottle of wine, and get tipsy enough to forget all the shouldn’ts and can’ts. If you need me to do some stalking to find this guy, just let me know. I have connections.”


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A New York Times, #1 Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author of over twenty novels, 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.

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