I don’t know what love is anymore.
Well, that’s not entirely true, but I’m going to tell you a little secret: I’ve lost the spark.
You know the kind of spark I’m talking about?
Where butterflies take flight in your stomach from two hands innocently colliding. Or catching your breath when you first meet someone attractive. Yeah, that spark.
Except I haven't felt that feeling in forever; there is nothing left inside of me.
Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem--but I’m a writer on a serious deadline, and my editor is breathing down my neck for a romantic, Nicholas Sparks type love story. No pressure, right?
That's how I find myself flying across the country to crash a wedding in the name of research, dress and heels stuffed into my small suitcase.
It should be the easiest book research ever. Drinking some free champagne, basking in the love of two strangers, and tapping into my romantic side. That will be a breeze. I'm a pro. I can handle this.
Until I mistakenly end up in the wrong hotel room, naked as the day I was born, with the sexiest human I have ever met staring me down, wondering what I'm doing taking a shower in his bathroom. I don't think calling it research will get me out of this pickle.
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Slay Meghan Quinn, Slay! More boob squeezes to ya because what's with hug alright if we can do boobie squeezes? And you deserve all the squeezes the world has to offer! For the nth time, SLAY!
May I have your attention please...
I just read a book that's overflowing with awesomeness I can't help but gush and rave over it, because - AWESOMENESS is effin' real. Talk about a book that had me laughing out loud people were giving me the eye like I'm some crazy woman, swooned me and made me fell in love over an over again. Gah! And I am referring to Meghan Quinn's second book of Dating by Numbers series - Two Wedding Crashers,/b>. The romcom was spot on, its also sexy, witty, emotional with all the feels and more!
I know there's a reason why I am #TeamRebel since Three Blind Dates, the first book of this series. ReadingTwo Wedding Crashers solidified that because Meghan Quinn upped her game with Beck and Rylee through her impeccable writing style. I couldn't legitly put the book down until I hit the ending. It's page-turner that will captivate you the moment you read the first word. I have no words except I have an immediate connection and liking with the MC. They were crafted with flaws but that's what made me root with them even more. Talk about immense love with the story, the characters and the book and that's what I am feeling right now. I was invested with their journey to HEA that I wish I am Rylee and Beck is mine. (Huh, you just do not know how many panties were ruined because of Beck! He is temptation and seduction rolled into one.)
I'm saying all of these because for a romcom, this book slayed everything I needed and more. I have always known Meghan Quinn can deliver but all throughout my journey with her characters - Beck and Rylee and even the secondary one's, it felt like they've been a part of me. It felt like I belong to them and them with me. Their interactions are relatable and felt so real. My jaw hurts from laughing and from the constant huge grin in my face. Beck and Rylee's journey on the other hand had me falling head over heels in love with them. Gah! I just love everything about them.For whatever it is and the reason why, you need to read and experience it yourself. I can talk about it for days and the feels I have for them, but it would be perfect for you to experience it firsthand.
I tell you this, drop what you are doing and read this book. Take it from me, you'll definitely just not gonna love the book and the characters, you will fall in love with Meghan Quinn even more. If you haven't read any of her works yet, rectify that because this woman can definitely write. Meghan fed me my own dreamland with her words.
Kudos Meghan Quinn! Two Wedding Crashers is definite must read! Excellently written, amongst hilarity and smexy scenes, this book sure got a BIG HEART written all over it.
Chills scream their way down my arms and legs, my nipples pucker, and just like that, with one word, all humor vanishes from our little conversation and awareness of this all-consuming man wrapped around me hits me hard.
Gathering myself, I say, “Tell me something Chris and Justine know about you.”
“Hmm.” His thumbs hook under the waistband of my shorts, playing with the lower part of my hipbones. His touch spurs on my pelvis, needing to rock, begging for him to go lower. My toes curl in my sandals and my back slightly arches, reaching for more. “Something they know about me.”
His mouth doesn’t stray from its position against my ear, and his hips start to slowly move underneath me, his legs tangling with mine. Involuntarily, one of my hands hooks the back of his neck as I hold on tightly to him, feeling like I need support from the onslaught of sensation I’m feeling.
I hear him say something, but it doesn’t register in my brain, which has turned to mush as his thumbs stray from my hipbones to right above my pubic bone.
There is no denying how turned on I am, how wet I am from his mere touch, how much—despite my reservations—I want this man.
With each stroke, my head turns farther and farther to the side until our noses are touching, Beck’s head bends forward to meet me halfway. My eyes flutter shut for a brief moment before I open them and am captured by those flecks of green and gold.
The air stills around us, our breath mixing, swirling between us, our lips so close.
One swipe of this thumb.
Another one.
I can’t breathe.
I can’t focus.
Another swipe, my head leans even closer, my tongue wetting my lips.
One more swipe . . .
My heart hammers in my chest, my skin prickling with awareness.
Beck brings his mouth even closer, only a whisper away now, and he waits.
Holding still.
His breathing feeling erratic beneath me.
One.
More.
Swipe.
And I’m gone.
I bring my mouth to his, slowly parting my lips ever so slightly, just enough to maneuver my mouth across his.
A low, provocative moan escapes Beck as one of his hands snags the back of my head and holds me in place, almost as if he lets go, I’ll disappear.
Needing more, I shift on his lap so I’m straddling him once again, my hands on his bare chest, feeling the powerful sinew that holds him together.
Our lips press and mold, mingling, taking, begging . . .
Desperate.
Beck’s tongue runs against my bottom lip, eliciting a moan from deep within me, lighting a fire so hot, so wild, my hands start to travel up his neck to his cheeks where I grip him, positioning his head so when I open my mouth, I can expertly dive my tongue onto his.
He groans, his lap shifting against mine now, his hard-on pressing against my wet and throbbing center. I match his rocking, using my position on his lap to take advantage of his length I can feel through his board shorts.
This is exactly what I didn’t want to happen, but God, am I happy it has. Maybe I really should live in the moment, maybe I should take advantage of the opportunity, maybe I should…
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if “It’s Raining Men” starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped.
Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing… enter her first novel, Caught Looking.
Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!
Fabulous review anne marie!!Loved it!! Shared on all my socials!!
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