Blog Tour + Official Review! Two Wedding Crashers by Meghan Quinn

 

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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.

OFFICIAL REVIEW!

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

After reading Three Blind Dates where Meghan Quinn has us falling hard for all three of guys that Noelly dated, I was heartbroken when she had to settle for just one. Maybe because I couldn’t decide who I liked better, I wanted her to have all of them. Since that didn’t happen, Meghan did all of her readers a favor and decided to give us another dose of one of the heroes and help him find love as well! It wasn’t long into Two Wedding Crashers and I was falling even harder for Beck and was #TeamRebel all the way!

Riley Ryan is a quirky woman who writes sexy books but is low on inspiration, high on desperation and need for human contact. So what better way but a destination wedding that you are not invited to, to reconnect and find a little sexy action? Riley kept me howling with laughter with tears of mirth rolling down my cheeks and made me long for more time with her and her writer friends. I adored every word and experience that she has while learning to open up and let love in.

Beck Wilder was my absolute fave from the first book in the series and I was over the moon with excitement to get closer to this rebel with a cause. I loved unearthing all of his secrets and mystery that we only saw a glimpse of in Three Blind Dates. I didn’t think I could love this broken hero anymore than I already did but the more I discovered about his regretful past the more I wanted him to find a brighter future with the right woman, and Riley is every inch the woman for him! Beck is the perfect mixture of dirty talk, sexy action, and vulnerability and realness to make him a character that is sure to annihilate every reader’s heart!

Meghan Quinn delivers another scorcher to the Dating By Numbers series that gives us lots of sun, fun, and hot, hot action! I highly recommend Two Wedding Crashers for a story that has your toes in the sand, head in the clouds and heart ready to take a leap. Meghan always keeps our hearts tangled with colorful characters and our motors running with heart touching, panty melting story lines. I always think that her current book is my favorite by far and then she hits us in the heart with a new character and blows our minds with another plot twist and leaves me thinking that we haven’t seen anything yet!

 

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…

 

 

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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