Saturday, August 5, 2017

Blog Tour and Review: Twisted Twosome by Meghan Quinn

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

NA Romantic Comedy
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From the first day I met Racer McKay, I knew our interaction was going to be incredibly brief. First impressions really do matter and unfortunately, I didn’t make a very good one.

At the time, I didn’t think much of it. I was never going to see this man again, right? 

Wrong! When I’m met with the opportunity of a lifetime, there is only one man in the state of New York who can assist me. And can you guess who it is? 

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. 

So, we reluctantly join forces.

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.

“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.

Twisted Twosome has the humor and sexiness that we've come to expect from Meghan Quinn and will leave you laughing and enjoying yourself as you read the book. There were times I found myself crying from laughing so hard. That said, while the book was good, there were times I felt it was a bit over the top. Still an amazing read that needs to be one clicked though. 

Racer took a job to remodel Georgianna's parent's pool house for extra cash, and Georgianna has a proposition for him. They need each other, but what will happen when they start to see each other for who they really are. Will it all still be a game? 

4 stars and I highly recommend you one click this book today! It was hilarious and enjoyable, but be prepared because you may get a slight stitch in your side. 

This book was full of the steam and humor which we have come to expect from this author, my only issue was it was hard to take some parts serious because of the amount of humor in the book.. not sure its a bad thing per say but felt it was something worth mentioning. I would give this book a 3.5 stars, This was not my favorite book by this author but it was still a good read and recommend to others.

Georgiana is the privileged spoiled girl that leads the prim an proper life... but the one thing she has always wanted is at the tip of her fingers and this is one thing that will not be given to her she will have to fight for it tooth and nail....

Racer the hard working pay check to pay check sexy as sin man he leads a hard life.. but when he lands himself a job that he can't turn down will he earn more than a hefty paycheck?

This twisted twosome come from different worlds but can they fight back the chemistry that boils over constantly when they are around eachother or will it ignite into a fiery passion that just can resist?

Get to one clicking to see what happens in this book, this is a spin off of sorts from the book My Best Friend's Ex- which if you read you know it was a great read!

Can't wait to see what this author comes up with next!

Sigh... I loved this extension from the book My Best Friend's Ex. There we had a glimpse of Smalls and Racer. And this book is all about Racer. Who doesn't love the broody, aloof, sexy type?

Racer is remodeling a pool house for some extra cash, Georgianna's father's house. Here is where they first butt heads. But they both need each other: Georgie to break out on her own and Racer for the cash.

Both have circumstances as to why but keep them well guarded. The tit for tat (pranks) between these two is hilarious. But the longer they work together the more they get to see that there is more to the other.

What happens when Georgie's project is complete? Definitely one click this one now!

Hot and steamy, yet sweet and fun!

Racer McKay can't believe the nerve of the rich socialite whose pool he is working on. All he wants to do is his job, and in she walks with her high heels and pokes a hole in his air hose. 

Georgina has a dream to build the best wedding shop in New York. Her dad wants her to marry well and do charity work. Georgina is desperate to find someone help her build the shop of her dreams after her own father blackballs her. 

Racer drives her crazy, and she him. The two exchange insults and quips like pros. 

The heat between these two is evident the very first interaction. I found myself wanting them to hurry up and figure it out already so they could live happily ever after!
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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