Tuesday, April 15, 2025

[Release Blitz + Review] Bridesmaid by Chance by Meghan Quinn


From New York Times, USA Today and Amazon Charts bestselling author Meghan Quinn...

This steamy, laugh out loud, enemies-to-lovers, fake dating standalone romance is now
available in all formats! Check out the excerpt below and one-click your copy today!



ABOUT THE BOOK.

When a chance at being a bridesmaid turns into a chance at being a bride, how can she
possibly refuse?
Hudson Hopper is in some trouble. After doing his business partner, Jude, a favor by hiring Jude's
younger sister, Sloane, Hudson very quickly finds out that she is a massive distraction―especially
since she's now his assistant.
But when they are confronted with a situation where Sloane is told to fill in as a bridesmaid for one of
Hudson's business partners, she comes up with a trade. She'll be a part of the regency
wedding―corset and all―if Hudson marries her in return. Sloane knows the value of the trade: he
needs her, and she needs his wedding ring to get her into a high-society club that will further her
career.
It's an instant no from Hudson at first, but when she convinces him that no one will find out, including
her brother, and that he will benefit from the marriage, too…well, Hudson might just find himself
saying "I do."
down―and her heart along with it.




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READ THE EXCERPT HERE.

“Didn’t I fire you yesterday?”
“I believe that you did.” She nods as if it’s no big deal.
“Okay, so…care to tell me why you’re here, in my office, handing me a green drink with
no sugar?”
“I chose not to take part in the firing.” “What the hell does that mean?” I ask.
And then to my surprise, she plops herself on top of my desk, crosses one leg over the
other, and leans back on her hand, the pose incredibly too sexy, especially since the position
makes the lapels of her suit jacket pop open, revealing that she’s not wearing a shirt under
that blazer. Just a bra.
Christ.
“It means I chose not to be fired.”
“That’s not a thing,” I say.
“Oh, it is. You see, I’ve been taught to seize what I want, to take charge, and that’s
exactly what I’m doing. Therefore, I’ve decided that I’m not fired.”
“You can decide that all you want, but that’s not how things work. I’m the boss, you
work for me; therefore, when I say you’re fired, you’re fired. There will be no point in coming
into the office because I will not be paying you.” “Says who?” she asks.
I point to my chest. “Says me.”
“And would you say that you’re the one that makes all the decisions?”
“Uh, yeah. That’s what the term boss entails. The decision-maker.”
“And your choice is to fire me?” What kind of fucking circus is this? Is this some sort of
social media trend? Refusal to be fired?
Am I actually old and I don’t realize it?
“Yes, my choice is to fire you; that’s why I did it yesterday: I fired you.”
“You did, but a part of me thinks that you might regret that decision.”
I stick my hands in my pockets and ask, “What makes you think that?”
“Because I have a proposal for you.” She hops off my desk and gestures toward my
seating area. “Please, join me.”
Skeptical but also intrigued by the fuckery, I follow her and take a seat on the couch as
she does, only about a foot of space separating, close enough to catch the lavender scent
that clings to her.
“What’s going on, Sloane? I have things to do.”
“I know; this won’t take too much of your time.” She places her hands on her lap and
looks me in the eyes. “I was thinking about yesterday and everything that happened. And I
know the right thing to do would be to come in here and tell you I didn’t mean any of the
things that I said, but that would be a lie. I meant every single word.”
Every single word?
Because I remember specifically one thing in particular that she tried to deny saying,
but I’m not going to bring that up, not when she’s sitting this close and smells this damn
good.
“Okay,” I say.
“And an apology is not why I’m here. I’m here on business.”
“Sloane, I don’t think I can give you your job back.”
“Not looking to be your assistant,” she says, and then, to my surprise, she gets down on
one knee in front of me, takes my hand in hers, and continues. “I’m looking to be your wife.”
My WHAT? “Hudson Mitchell Hopper, will you marry me?”
She smiles up at me. Blinks.
Fucking winks… She’s kidding right?
I look for something, anything, to tell me this is a joke. I glance around the room. Are
there hidden cameras in here? Am I on a daytime talk show where someone is going to come
out, have a gotcha moment, and say to the audience that I’ve been lusting after my
too-young-for-me assistant?
I wait a few seconds, and when I realize none of that is happening, I clear my throat.
“Excuse me?”
“Look at you, in shock. How cute.” She pats my hand. “Hudson, it’s a simple question.
Will you marry me?”
“Uh…” I shake my hand out of hers and slide back on the couch, putting space
between us. “Not to sound like an obtuse ass, but why the fuck would I marry you, Sloane?”
She rolls her eyes. “And here I thought you were a smart businessman.”
She gets off the ground and sits back on the couch. She straightens her clothes while I
try to comprehend what the hell is happening this morning. This is why I need more coffee in
the morning. Forget the green drink, I need a twenty-ounce cup of pure, unfiltered coffee,
straight from the goddamn bean.
“I’ll lay it out for you: you need a wife, and I’m the one for the job.”
“I fail to see how I need a wife.”
“Are you really that dense?” she asks.
“Uh, are you really this delusional?” I counter. Another roll of the eyes.
“Jesus, Hudson. You need to impress Archie’s father-in-law, right? What’s one way to
do that? Slip into the Mayfair Club. And what is one of the requirements to get into the club?
You must be married.” She holds out her hand and points to her empty ring finger. “All you’ve
got to do is put a ring on it.”
Wow.
Okay.
She’s lost it.
I think the conversation I need to have with Jude is going to veer in a different direction
that I’d thought. More like I think your sister might need some help .
“You know, not really in the market for a wife at the moment, but thanks for the offer.
Now, I think it’s time that you leave.”
She shrugs. “Suit yourself.” She stands and starts heading toward the door. “By the
way, your father called this morning. I took a message for you because I thought I might be
helpful despite being fired. He said to tell you that he still plans on suing you, but he’s
currently working on another investment, so he might be held up at the moment.”
And then she heads out of my office, leaving my skin prickling with irritation.
What the fuck just happened?




MY REVIEW.

5 Stars from Tiffany!
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Super Slow Burn

Meghan Quinn seriously never misses when it comes to fun, witty, and swoon-worthy slow-burn romances—and this one totally delivered. In Bridesmaid by Chance, we follow Hudson and Sloane. She’s the sister of one of Hudson’s business partners and totally off-limits, while he’s the brother of that same partner’s wife—so yeah, let the drama begin!

Hudson and Sloane have crossed paths before, most recently in Bora Bora at the wedding of her brother Jude and Hudson’s sister Halsey. There’s a bit of an age gap—about thirteen years, I think—so back then, Sloane was crushing from a distance, knowing nothing would ever actually happen. Fast forward to her needing a job, working with Hudson for a while, he needs a favor to close a business deal, and bam! They’re married. A marriage of convenience, if you will—but also one that opens so much more for both.

I liked Sloane right from the jump. Hudson, on the other hand, took a little longer to warm up too. He’s super business-focused and kind of a hard-ass, but once it became clear he was just constantly battling his feelings for her, I softened toward him. Even though it starts as a fake marriage, watching their connection slowly grow felt natural.

Aside from the fake marriage storyline, Hudson’s also dealing with his father and the family business, something that carries over from the previous book. There’s definitely a lot going on, but Meghan Quinn is a total pro at juggling humor, plot, and all the side characters without anything feeling too chaotic.

The book is well-written and sexy as all get-out. If I had one complaint, it’d be the length. I’m not into insta-love, so I usually love a slow burn—but this one was sloooooooow, and I found myself needing to take a few breaks. With my busy schedule, it’s getting harder to fit in longer reads, but I never want to miss anything from this author.
Bridesmaid by Chance works perfectly fine as a standalone, but it’s more fun if you’ve read the series in order.




MEET MEGHAN QUINN.


USA Today Bestselling Author, wife, adoptive mother, and peanut butter lover. Author of romantic comedies and contemporary romance, MEGHAN QUINN brings readers the perfect combination of heart, humor, and heat in every book.

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