Blog Tour: The Locker Room by Meghan Quinn

The Locker Room
Getting Lucky #1

By:
Meghan Quinn

Release Date:
June 20, 2019

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Book Synopsis:

Have you heard the rumor around campus about the locker room?

If you haven't, let me enlighten you: Legend has it if you bring a girl into the sacred after-game domain of the baseball locker room, it will end with a walk down the aisle. One rowdy and naked encounter against the lockers with the girl of your dreams will make her your wife. 

Translation: baseball players are stupidly superstitious and believe the locker room has magical powers. 

But not all baseball players are superstitious, me included. 

So when the girl I've fallen for brushes me off, I start to question if I need to switch my way of thinking. Maybe it's time I finally hand out a coveted invitation to the locker room.  

The only question is, will she accept?

My Thoughts:

The Locker Room was my first book by Meghan Quinn. I would describe it as a sweet, easy-going, fun, and humorous. If you're looking for light-hearted story with a little angst, romance, and a good amount of steam, this is the book for you! 

I fell madly in love with the male lead, college baseball shortstop, Knox Gentry. He was charismatic, charming, sweet, sexy, thoughtful, and extremely romantic. Frankly, I thought he was too good for the female lead, Emory Ealson, who was extremely guarded, stubborn, inflexible, and downright difficult. I felt like the brunt of their problems were due to her insecurities, and inability to open her mind enough to stop getting in the way of her own happiness. 

Emory moves from California to Illinois to attend Brentwood University, when her long term relationship ends due to cheating. She decides that she is not going to let a male define who she is anymore, and is determined to be independent, study hard, and have fun her junior year with her two best friends. She ends up meeting Knox Gentry when she's lost, and her map blows into his face. They end up sharing a class together, and you can tell there is a strong mutual attraction from the start. However, Emory is determined to resist Knox, but what she hasn't realized is that he's use to working hard for what he wants, and the more he gets to know Emory, the more he realizes she's the one for him. 

I loved how Emory and Knox had a slow burning romance. They started off as acquaintances, grew to friends, and then to lovers. I enjoyed their flirty fun banter, the way they joked and teased one another, and the chemistry that they shared. Knox would be any girl's dream man. He was so sweet with both his small and large romantic gestures and made me swoon repeatedly! I understood Emory's guarded heart, and respected her determination to be independent and focus on her dreams. However, there came a point where I felt like Knox more than proved the type of person he was, and she frustrated me with her stubborn inflexibility. I thought he deserved much better. Then there was a decision that she made that I thought was very foolish, and made me feel like throwing my Kindle at her! 

I enjoyed the story, and it kept my attention from beginning to end.  I breezed right through the book, and would definitely be interested in reading more books by Meghan Quinn!  Knox Gentry has made it on to my book boyfriend list, and he is sure to make every romance reader swoon, and smile from ear to ear! 

Book Teasers:

Book Excerpt:

This map is useless. 

Easy to read, my ass. I need a magnifying glass to make out any of the color-coded buildings on this thing and unfortunately, I left my magnifying glass in my other skirt. That was sarcasm, if you didn’t catch it. 

Standing next to a wonky-looking tree, I try to act as casual as possible—hip popped out, interested glances, the usual—as I hide a school map beneath the pages of Pride and Prejudice , while off-handedly looking for the MacMillan building. But the wind—though subtle—isn’t making things easy. 

 Recently transferred from Cal State, Fullerton, I’m attempting to avoid making a fool of myself on the first day of fall classes at my new school, Brentwood University. 

Unfortunately, I’m way out of my element. 

 For one, I know nothing about this school other than they have the best library sciences program in the country. Making the transfer a no-brainer for me the minute I realized I wanted to be a librarian. I dabbled in business at Cal State, but who was I kidding? I had no right trying to figure out micro-and macroeconomics. 

 A California girl through and through, Illinois is nothing like the palm trees and beaches I’ve grown up with. Don’t get me wrong, there are trees here, huge, plush, green trees everywhere, the kind of trees Bob Ross made dance on his canvas. But the smog . . . I have no idea where that is. Breathing fresh air almost feels wrong. And apparently pizza is a big deal here. I’ve heard at least three separate arguments since I’ve moved about which pizza in town is best. Let’s all be friends and be grateful there is good pizza here. 

 And even though this is a “small” school town outside Chicago, it’s larger than life with boisterous personalities and ivy-covered buildings that cause me to believe I’m walking on the hallowed grounds where the prosperous were educated. 

Plus, I had to buy leggings for all my skirts, because the temperature doesn’t call for bare legs out here. 

 The wind picks up again, lifting my skirt and map at the same time. Not wanting to be known as the resident flasher on campus, I save the skirt—because even though I have leggings, I chose not to wear them today—and tamp it back down on my legs as the map lifts from my book, floats into the air, twirling and swirling only to smack a passing guy right in the face. 

 Whap . 

“What the—?” He startles and I jump into action. 

 “I’m so sorry,” I say, scrambling to hold my skirt down while clutching my parted book at my chest. 

 The map is slowly peeled away and a pair of beautiful light blue eyes peek past the paper first, followed by the sharpest jawline I’ve ever seen, defined and tense. Light scruff matches his dirty-blond hair that is swept to the left and cut short on the sides. Dressed in a green Brentwood baseball sweatshirt and wearing a jaw-dropping smile, he chuckles and hands me the map while eyeing me up and down. 

 Why is he so familiar? 

 Those eyes.

 “Not a problem, but you could have asked for help if you were lost. Slapping me with a map is an aggressive tactic, effective, but aggressive.” 

 That voice, that smirk. I know it from somewhere. 

 Feeling a light blush creep up my cheeks, I say, “Not used to the wind.” 

 He nods and thumbs behind him. “Lake Michigan. It’s a bitch in the winter.” He studies me for a second and then nods at my map. “Where you headed? I can help.” There is the smallest southern drawl in his voice, nothing strong, but enough to tell me he’s not from Illinois. 

 I know that voice. I remember specifically thinking it was hot. 

 Tamping down my map and folding it in my book that I snap shut quickly, I say, “I promised I’d figure this all out on my own, but looks like I might need a little help after all.” 

“Don’t blame yourself; this campus is a maze with no rhyme or reason. I was lost my entire first semester. Can’t tell you how many times I was late to class.” 

 “That’s reassuring.” 

 He tilts his head to the side and gives me a small once-over. “I know you.” I don’t say anything and just as his eyes land on my chest, a smile creeps over his face, a light bulb lighting in his head. “You’re the girl who helped me find my room on Saturday.” 

 Oh.

 Shit.

 It’s the yellow-door baseball guy. 

 He leans forward, hands stuffed in his pockets and says, “I never forget a good pair of tits.” 

 As if I wasn’t blushing enough already.

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About the Author:

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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