Friday, March 31, 2017

[Blog Tour + Review] Co-Wrecker by Meghan Quinn

Co-Wrecker, an all new sexy, laugh out loud romantic comedy is available now!!

Co-Wrecker by Meghan Quinn
 Publication Date: March 23, 2017
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Photographer: Lauren Watson Perry


What do ice cream and Sadie Montgomery have in common? They're both ice cold, but one taste is never enough.

I wanted to be friends — I would have even settled for her seeing me as anything but a nerd — but there was no getting through. So just like any hard-headed, red-blooded man out there, I made up my mind.

I’d make my coworker fall for me.

I’d like to say it was simple, but like every other epic love story, all it took was one drunken night and a lot of naked courage to get the girl. For a moment, at least.

Love with a coworker is never simple, especially since Sadie’s trying to keep us on the low. Not to mention her persistent ex-boyfriend who won’t leave her alone. But I’ve never been good at giving up, and I don’t plan to start now.

The whole thing is a recipe for a rocky road, but I plan to eat the whole gallon, no matter how bad the brain freeze.



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Knowing I will probably regret this, I lift from the freezer, ice cream scraper in hand, and jerk toward Sadie just in time to slip on some melted ice on the floor shooting me across the fountain and straight into Sadie.
But not just Sadie; straight into her chest—her billowing, womanly chest. It’s a satisfyingly soft cushion for my head but from her instant outrage, I’m going to guess she’s not keen on me using her breasts as a pillow.
“What the hell are you doing?” she asks, trying to back away, difficult when I’ve got her pinned against the counter.
Fumbling to get some kind of grasp on my falling body, scraper still in hand, I give her a bit of motor boat—not on purpose—and muffle in her breasts, “I’m sowwy.”
“Get off me.”
“I’m twying,” I say, finally getting a grip on the counter behind her and standing tall. Glasses askew, hat on the floor, and a smothered feeling on my face, I straighten my apron and clear my throat. “My apologies.” Her friend is laughing, hand on her stomach, as I push my glasses back on my nose. “Although, I’m grateful for your sturdy bosom for catching my fall. It might have been a twisty straw to the eye, and I’m not sure my glasses would have held up on such an impact.”
Sturdy bosom? Shit, Andrew, don’t fucking say words like bosom. And for the love of God, don’t say a woman has a STURDY bosom. Say words like tits. Tits are more manly.
“Tits,” I mutter.
“Excuse me?” Sadie has the look of horror on her face.
Fuck, did I say that out loud?
“I think he said tits, Sadie,” her friend cuts in, thumbing through the straw holder. Yup, I said tits out loud. 
“I heard him, Smills,” Sadie mutters under her breath.
Glaring at me, looking for an answer, I shrug my shoulders, because I have nothing. No way of digging myself out of this one. Funny how your brain can literally stop working the minute you need it the most. Come on, old fella, kick it into high gear. Come up with something witty, something snarky, something that will put a Band-Aid over this rather raw and embarrassing incident.
But, good fuck. I just had my face in her chest. What man could come back quickly from that?
“Well . . .” Sadie has her arms crossed over her bosom, waiting for an answer. No. Her arms are crossed over her breasts. Shit. Shit.
Nerves crawl up the back of my neck, igniting my ears into lava levels of heat. Crap. Just say anything.
Clearing my throat, I pat her shoulder and say, “Sturdy tits.”

And here I thought it couldn’t get any worse, at least my hand didn’t pat down her breast to see if her nipples were made of steel, or to see if her areolas consist of chain-link mesh. You have to look at the positive.

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5 Stars from Tiffany!

I Love This Girl!

Meghan Quinn that is! She does such a fabulous job at balancing the serious and funny in her books. She's a witty, sarcastic author and there isn't a book of hers that hasn't had me laughing out loud at one point or another. Co-Wrecker is no exception.

While the blurb describes a "hot nerd" this guy really is anything but. I think the only nerdy thing about him was the fact that he wore thick rimmed glasses. Not many nerdy guys sport the bod Andrew was described as having. He was the whole package, minus the incident at his last school.

Wanting a fresh start, Andrew is changing schools and working at the local ice cream shop during the summer to make some extra cash. He's new to the ice cream biz, so when the sexy Sadie is tagged to train him, Andrew is instantly all in.

"Andrew isn’t one of those men who can rip off your skirt in the middle of a parking lot only to eat you out on the hood of his souped-up Trans Am. No, he slowly chips his way into your life with his smile, his malleable personality, and his kind eyes."

Sadie is a girl after my own heart. She's slightly bitchy and isn't looking to make anymore friends. Her small circle is enough for her. Less people to let her down. I'll have to say, Sadie wasn't my favorite character at first. She was a woe is me type of gal, not good enough for sexy Andrew. The girl had a lot going on in her life and in her head.

Andrew was a persistent little bugger and finally got the girl to crack. A little anyway. It was no easy feat and I started to like Sadie when she was with him. Plus we got a whole new, super confident Andrew, which really amped up his sexyness. Of course, the roses and rainbows couldn't last, when pasts and secrets are revealed, the road gets pretty rocky for our lovebirds.

While I didn't think Andrew's reaveal was that big of an issue, Sadie girl was dealing with some major life decisions and changes. She needs to move forward and Andrew may just be the man to finally help her do that. 

The book is well written from dual points of view and is funnier than all get out. Sexy too-bonus! There is just something about Meghan Quinn's writing style that gets me every time, I always fall in love with her characters when it's all said and done.




A BLONDE AT HEART 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!  

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