REVIEW TOUR: TWISTED TWOSOME BY MEGHAN QUINN

 

We’re celebrating the release of  TWISTED TWOSOME by Meghan Quinn!

 

 

TWISTED TWOSOME

NA Romantic Comedy

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Racer McKay is a broody bastard.
From the moment I met him, he’s been rude, irritable, and unbearable.
A contractor working to remodel my parents pool house for extra cash, he stomps around in those clunky construction boots with his tool belt wrapped around his narrow waist, and a chip on his shoulder.
Racer McKay is also infuriatingly . . . sexy as hell. I want to take that pencil tucked behind his ear, and draw lazy lines slowly up and down his body all the while wanting to strangle him at the same time.
We try to stay out of each other’s way . . . that is until I have no other option but to ask for his help.
But what I don’t realize is he needs me just as much as I need him. I have money he’s desperate for, and he holds the key to making my dreams come true.
Our pranks turn from sarcastic banter, to sexual tension and lust-filled glances. Bickering matches quickly morph into slow burn moments. We’re hot, we’re cold. We push and pull. I need him, I don’t want him. We’re on the verge of combusting with an agreement dangling dangerously between us. Neither one of us can afford to lose one another and yet, we’re finding it quite hard to decipher the line that rests between love and hate.
*Twisted Twosome is a stand alone romantic comedy.

 

 

REVIEW

One word. Whoah.
This book is so freaking amaze-balls! And let me just say it, it’s very dirty. It’s my first time reading a Meghan Quinn book and when I was talking to my sister about it and said I thought it was very dirty (not in a bad way or anything) she said that that’s just the way her books and her writing are so if dirty isn’t your thing, this book might not be your favorite.

 

Racer and Georgiana are like oil and water. They come from completely different backgrounds and live different lives, but when life brings them together they… okay, they sort of hate each other but slowly they start to not hate each other so much.
There are pranks and a lot—and I really do mean a lot—of sexual tension which makes this book incredibly funny. I’m not the kind of person to really laugh out loud when reading something, sometimes I tell my sister I found a book incredibly funny and she’ll say “you didn’t laugh tho”… well, in my head I laugh a lot, okay?
Anyway, I digress, this book definitely had me (mentally) laughing a lot, the way the characters are is just amazing. I found myself really liking the depth of the characters, they’re not flat, they have a lot of charisma which I appreciated.

 

And adding to the rollercoaster of emotions that is this book, besides the sexual tension that might give you hot flashes and all the laughing, I cried my absolute heart out because Racer is such a supporting and loving character. It’s probably not meant to make you cry but my heart just started feeling a lot of things too deeply and I broke down crying on the couch. It didn’t feel heavy or made me feel glad that I finished the book because my heart couldn’t take it anymore, it was a very fun, dirty, romantic ride which—I think—was Meghan’s intention writing this.

 

Overall, I freaking loved this book. I freaking loved Racer and his love story with Georgie. Plus G’s female empowerment was so nice to read.
I can’t really think of something bad about the book itself. I’m not very keen on the cover but that’s not really relevant, the book itself is astonishing and I’m going to look for all the Meghan Quinn books on our Kindle and read them because she’s freaking incredible.

 

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

5/5 flowers

 

 

EXCERPT

“Thanks for lunch, I haven’t had a fine peanut butter and jelly sandwich in quite some time.” Racer takes a giant bite from one of three sandwiches I made him. The man can eat; I just want to know where he puts it all. “What is this, crunchy peanut butter?” He looks over the sandwich, studying it intently.
“Yes, it’s crunchy with mixed berry jam.”
He nods and takes another bite. He talks with his mouth full, which for some weird reason makes him oddly adorable. “Nice touch, George. The peanuts add a nice texture.”
“Are you going all food critic on my PB and J skills right now?”
Lifting his shirt, he dabs away some of the sweat that’s collecting on his forehead, beneath his backward hat. His abs flex with the movement, drawing my attention. Each divot calling out to me to touch, to examine . . . to lick.
“I think every human should be judged on their PB and J skills.”
I pull my eyes away from his stomach just in time not to get caught staring. “Why do you think that?”
“Because,” he takes another bite, “I think building a peanut butter and jelly sandwich is in everyone’s repertoire, but only the truly skilled know how to make a proper one. And I want to be friends with the truly skilled.”
“Is that so?” I take a drink of my green tea and study him for a second, watching the way the muscles in his jaw move with each bite and swallow. It’s sexy.
His neck is sexy? Is that possible?
“So where do I land on your scale of sandwich artists?”
He smiles from my term, and I realize how much I adore his boyish charm. Pulling his eyes away from me, he examines one of the sandwiches I made him and starts assessing it. “Good ratio of peanut butter to jelly. Nice choice in bread. The crunch you added has been a pleasant surprise, and the mixed berry jam is fucking delightful.” I giggle from his girly term. “But . . .”
I perk up; there’s a but? “But what?”
He quirks his mouth to the side, almost to say, “Sorry, but you’re not quite perfect.” “The bread, it should have been toasted. Toasting it would have taken you to boss level when it comes to the PB and J.”
“Toasting it?”
He nods and takes another bite. “When you don’t toast a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, the peanut butter and bread form a paste on the roof of your mouth. Even though it tastes good, it can get quite irritating.”
“But I didn’t have a toaster.”
“Rookie mistake.”
“Well, If I knew I was going to be critiqued, I would have sprung for bacon.”
He pauses mid bite and stares at me over his sandwich. “You’re a beast for bringing up the option.”
I polish off the rest of my sandwich and wipe my fingers. “Well, maybe next time you’ll communicate expectations better. I’m not a mind reader, Racer. Frankly, the fact I didn’t make boss level is on you, not me.”
I stand and gather my trash as he stares me down. “Don’t you turn this on me. You didn’t have a toaster. The toaster is what’s key. This is on you, Georgie. This is on you!” he calls out as I make my way to the back, laughing to myself the entire time.

 

 

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!

 

CONNECT WITH MEGHAN

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Huge thanks to Wordsmith Publicity and Meghan Quinn for sending me an ARC of Twisted Twosome in exchange for an honest review!

 

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