Two Weddning
Crashers
Dating by Number, #2
by Meghan Quinn
Release Date:
March 11th, 2018
Genre:
Standalone
Romantic
Comedy
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Synopsis:
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.
Crashers
Dating by Number, #2
by Meghan Quinn
Release Date:
March 11th, 2018
Genre:
Standalone
Romantic
Comedy
Add to Goodreads
Review & Excerpt Tour Hosted by:
InkSlinger PR
Source:
Author via R&ET Host
eARC received in exchange for an honest review
Synopsis:
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.
Excerpt:
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…
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…
Review:
Rating:
Meghan Quinn's Dating by Numbers Series is one reading adventure you do not want to miss! The characters in this series are AMAZING!!! I had a blast reading Three Blind Dates (Book #1) and I highly recommend reading it before you pick up Two Wedding Crashers. I really loved it and I think that series are way much better when you read them in order so you don't miss any moments shared between the characters.
In Three Blind Dates, Noely had to choose between three wonderful men. Each of them had something special and after everything was said and done she fell in love with one of them. The other two are still single and love is about to knock on their door. The author is giving each of them a book and I could not be happier. I love escaping with these fantastic characters. They make me laugh and whenever I finish reading one of Meghan Quinn's book, I always have the biggest smile lingering on my lips.
In Two Wedding Crashers, we follow Rylee and Mr. Crasher. I'm not revealing the name of the hero just in case readers are reading this review and have not read Three Blind Dates yet. I want everybody to enjoy their reading experience just like I did and try to guess who Noely will end up with.
Rylee is a new character in this series and she's an author. She's suffering from major writer block. In order to get her writing groove back, she decides to crash a wedding. If having writer block is not enough, Rylee has to deal with a sexy stranger that saw her in all her naked glory. The hotel where she's staying gave her the wrong room key and she ended up in Mr. Crasher's room. As days go by, Rylee decides to live in the moment with Mr. Crasher. What she didn't expect? To fall in love with him. What will happen once the vacation is over and they both return home? Will distance keep them apart or will the moments that they shared bring them back together?
I absolutely loved TWC!!! I connected so much with Rylee and Mr. Crasher. They are a sublime couple to follow and I was cheering for them from beginning to end! Their chemistry is sexy, hot, captivating and all-consuming! They shared so many beautiful moments together. I loved how they slowly fell in love. Their chemistry was instant from the moment they first met, but their love slowly bloomed and caught them by surprise.
The supporting cast of characters in this series is absolutely EPIC!! They all have a special place in my heart and I love how much they support and love Rylee and Mr. Crasher. Meghan Quinn never disappoints! She has exceeded all my expectations for TWC. I can't wait to read the final installment of this series. I'm also very intrigued to know if the four Knightly brothers will each get their own story. I'm cheering for them!
In Three Blind Dates, Noely had to choose between three wonderful men. Each of them had something special and after everything was said and done she fell in love with one of them. The other two are still single and love is about to knock on their door. The author is giving each of them a book and I could not be happier. I love escaping with these fantastic characters. They make me laugh and whenever I finish reading one of Meghan Quinn's book, I always have the biggest smile lingering on my lips.
In Two Wedding Crashers, we follow Rylee and Mr. Crasher. I'm not revealing the name of the hero just in case readers are reading this review and have not read Three Blind Dates yet. I want everybody to enjoy their reading experience just like I did and try to guess who Noely will end up with.
Rylee is a new character in this series and she's an author. She's suffering from major writer block. In order to get her writing groove back, she decides to crash a wedding. If having writer block is not enough, Rylee has to deal with a sexy stranger that saw her in all her naked glory. The hotel where she's staying gave her the wrong room key and she ended up in Mr. Crasher's room. As days go by, Rylee decides to live in the moment with Mr. Crasher. What she didn't expect? To fall in love with him. What will happen once the vacation is over and they both return home? Will distance keep them apart or will the moments that they shared bring them back together?
I absolutely loved TWC!!! I connected so much with Rylee and Mr. Crasher. They are a sublime couple to follow and I was cheering for them from beginning to end! Their chemistry is sexy, hot, captivating and all-consuming! They shared so many beautiful moments together. I loved how they slowly fell in love. Their chemistry was instant from the moment they first met, but their love slowly bloomed and caught them by surprise.
The supporting cast of characters in this series is absolutely EPIC!! They all have a special place in my heart and I love how much they support and love Rylee and Mr. Crasher. Meghan Quinn never disappoints! She has exceeded all my expectations for TWC. I can't wait to read the final installment of this series. I'm also very intrigued to know if the four Knightly brothers will each get their own story. I'm cheering for them!
Rating:
I give, Two Wedding Crashers, 4.5 sexy, fun, romantic, live in the moment stars!
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!
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