Blog Tour + Official Review! One Baby Daddy by Meghan Quinn

 

“What are you doing now that your team is out of the running for the Stanley Cup?”

Forget.

I need to forget. I need an escape.

Only one person isn’t falling for my reputation as the NHL’s Golden Boy; she captured my attention the minute she called me out for snooping through my best friend’s house. She didn’t want to hear my reason–she only wanted to playfully give me a hard time.

Adalyn is bold, sassy–and the perfect escape.

She’s everywhere. In town and in my dreams, and suddenly I need to spend every waking moment with her.

And I do, making this summer the best off-season I’ve ever had.

But in the midst of getting lost in Adalyn, what I don’t expect is to get her pregnant.

And what I definitely don’t expect is having to fight for her affection.

 

OFFICIAL REVIEW!

I received a copy and voluntarily left a review and all opinions are my own.

Anyone who knows me, knows of my love affair with Meghan Quinn’s writing. With each and every story, her humor, heart, and passion shine through. So when I began her Dating By Numbers series and she had us fall in love with not one but three different heroes, I was crushed when Noely couldn’t end up with all three…a girl can dream right? But since she decided to give the two other heroes a story of their own with their own happy ever after, Meghan has given me new hope and kept me hooked and ready for more! I have been waiting very impatiently to find out more about Hayden Holmes from Three Blind Dates and Meghan made me such a blissful reader with his story. She gives us such a dynamic, angsty, and over the top “slow burn” couple with Hayden and Adalyn in One Baby Daddy that I was flustered and giddy from beginning to end.

I couldn’t wait to cozy up to Hayden Holmes aka #TheJock, as they referred to him in Three Blind Dates, and get to know him better. But to find out that he was spending his summer in Binghamton with his friend Racer from another of Meghan Quinn’s series, I was over the moon excited to see some more of these fictional characters and beloved town from her previous series. The more I got to know about this “gentlemen in a jock strap” Hayden, I couldn’t help falling even more in love and never wanting the story to end even though I was desperate for them to burn up the sheets and for him to get his girl!

Adalyn is a heroine after my own heart. She isn’t a partier, she has a sensible head on her shoulders, but she could stand to listen a little less to her head and a little more to her heart. I mean come on, who would be able to resist Hayden’s charm for so long, I know I would have tackled him body and soul from the first date and not tried to hold him at arm’s length and protect my heart for as long as she did. Girl has tenacity that drove me just a little crazy but I loved her for it!

Meghan Quinn delivers another read that touches the soul, the funny bone, and sets your libido on fire! I highly recommend One Baby Daddy for a hilarious, angsty, bumpy ride into love that will leave your emotions in a jumble and a deep love for more of Meghan Quinn’s characters. Meghan always knows how to keep her fans craving more of her humor, heat, and heart that is woven so perfectly into every one of her stories and I never fail to laugh, cry, and need an ice cold beverage several times by the end.

 

 

 

 

“Would you mind zipping up the back of my dress?” She walks toward me, her flowery scent floating in my direction, spiking my yearning into overdrive.

“Uh, yeah . . . sure.”

She turns around, and looks over her shoulder. The back of her dress is completely open, the zipper undone to just above the curve of her beautifully round ass.

Shit, all that smooth, tan skin, covered by nothing but the velvety fabric of the dress. Is she wearing underwear? She’s not wearing a bra and I see no panty line.

Clearing my throat, I ask, “Are you wearing underwear, Adalyn?”

From over her shoulder, she smiles shyly. “Yes, it’s small though.”

Of course it is. Why wouldn’t it be?

Not being able to stop myself, I take a second to float my fingertips up her spine. From the initial touch, her back arches and a small gasp releases from her lips, but before I can think about stopping, she melts into my touch. Stepping closer, I place my hand on the back of her hip, my thumb pressing into her ass while the other hand explores the bare expanse of her back. Her head falls to my shoulder. Her lips part, and when I snake to the front of her dress, her breath hitches.

Eyes closed, I take in ragged breaths, my fingers inching closer and closer to her front, my cock painfully hard.

It’s been so goddamn long—and being with Adalyn has only spurred on my need—but I want to make sure we’re in a good place before we commit to anything. I want to make sure she’s ready emotionally because the minute I bury myself deep inside her, I know there will be no turning back. She will be mine forever.

But maybe for now, I can just have a little touch . . .

My cock pressed against her butt, she expertly grinds her backside into me, her hands moving to my neck, pulling my head down to hers. I kiss the side of her neck, using the hand that’s gripping her hips to guide her with her grinding in just the right place.

Fuck, that feels good.

I grunt, the sound vibrating over her sleek neck. My hand on her stomach, she arches wanting more of my touch, silently asking me to move north.

And I fucking comply. Inch by slow inch, I guide my hand to just below her breasts. When I halt my pursuit, a displeased groan escapes her.

“Hayden, please.”

I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to find the willpower. Her fingernails dig into my scalp, spurring me on as she turns her head and finds my lips.

She kisses me.

Hot.

Wet.

Needy.

Her lips gliding across mine, her tongue diving into my mouth, her moans are vocal and sexy. Her delicious ass, pressing, grinding, undulating against my rock-hard cock makes me want to do so much more, makes me want to taste so much more.

Moving my hand higher, my fingertips graze the bottom of her breast. Soft. Round. Smooth. I caress her right below her nipple, never touching, just teasing . . . tempting.

 

 

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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