Sunday, March 18, 2018

BLOG TOUR & 5 STAR REVIEW: Two Wedding Crashers (Dating by Numbers #2) by Meghan Quinn



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TWO WEDDING CRASHERS (Dating by Numbers Book 2)
NA Romantic Comedy
Release: March 11, 2018
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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.







My Review

I received an advanced copy of this book with the promise of an honest review. 

Gah! Beck. BECK! As much as I loved him in Three Blind Dates, I knew he wasn’t going to get his happily ever in that book, even though I REALLY wanted him too. So I couldn't want to dive into this one. 

Rylee is a romance writer with writer’s block. She needs a change of scenery and her friend convinces her to go to Key West to crash the wedding she is attending and hopefully get her writing groove back. Beck is in a rut and in desperate need of some fun. When his friend suggests he crash a wedding he is attending (sound familiar?), Beck agrees. 

First of all, Beck and Rylee's first meeting was hilarious. In true Meghan fashion, she brings the funny right from the start. Thankfully they are both pretty laid back people so they are able to let the awkwardness go. The two start hanging out and OH MY GOD I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. Beck is just the sweetest and Rylee was awesome. Put the two of them together and the few days they spend with each other are some of the best of their lives. There is also a slow burn that keeps you on the edge of your seat with the whole "will they/wont they", but it also makes the pay off amazing. 

While this book is funny and super sweet, both Beck and Rylee are dealing with some personal issues that brings a little bit of angst into the story.  The angst is put to good use though and it allows Brody to show just how amazing he is and my love for him only grew as the book went on. 

Now bring on the third book! Let's see how Hayden, aka The Jock, comes about his happily ever after. He was such a sweetheart in the first book and I can't wait to read about him again. 





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…






Author, wife, adoptive mother, and peanut butter lover. Will dance for laughs, won’t eat anything spicy because you asked, but will squeeze boobs in replace of a hug. Grew up in Southern California (Temecula, anyone? Anyone?) lived in New York (the armpit of NY, not the city) and now resides in Colorado with my wife, son, two dogs, three cats, and my multiple book boyfriends. Loves love, anything romantic, and will die if I ever meet Tom Hanks. Yay, books!


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