"What are you
doing now that your team is out of the running for the Stanley Cup?"
Forget.
I need to forget. I
need an escape.
Only one person isn't
falling for my reputation as the NHL's Golden Boy; she captured my attention
the minute she called me out for snooping through my best friend's house. She
didn't want to hear my reason--she only wanted to playfully give me a hard
time.
Adalyn is bold,
sassy--and the perfect escape.
She's everywhere. In
town and in my dreams, and suddenly I need to spend every waking moment with
her.
And I do, making this
summer the best off-season I've ever had.
But in the midst of
getting lost in Adalyn, what I don't expect is to get her pregnant.
And what I definitely
don't expect is having to fight for her affection.
My Review
I received an advanced copy of this book with the promise of an honest review.
Gah! Where to start with this book? I absolutely loved it. Having read Three Blind Dates, I knew certain things about this book. Things that shouldn’t have surprised me when they happened, totally did.
When Hayden takes some time off after his hockey season is over, he heads to upstate New York to visit some old friends (HI RACER!!!). It’s there where he meets Adalyn. She is sassy and gorgeous and Hayden pretty much falls for her as soon as they meet. Adalyn is a nurse and is perfectly content with her life as it is. Then she meets Hayden. Neither of them saw the other one coming and only a few weeks together turns their world upside down.
I readily admit that I had a love/hate relationship with Adalyn. She made Hayden ridiculously happy and as a couple, they were pretty great, but she also made some VERY poor decisions that really frustrated me. I just wanted to reach into the book and shake some sense into her. I felt like she made things way harder than they needed to be
But in true amazing book boyfriend fashion, Hayden stepped up and showed Adalyn that he really was a great guy and OH MY GOD I LOVED HIM SO MUCH. For me, this book was all about Hayden. Talk about a swoon worthy character. Good lord. I mean I already knew he was good people, but this book cemented his place on my book boyfriend list.
This might be one of my all time favorite books from Meghan. It's sweet, sexy and has a little bit of that Quinn humor that I love so much. Adalyn and Hayden had great chemistry and some of their sexy times...WOW. I needed a cold shower! And the way Meghan told the story and had it relate to some of her previous books was genius. This meant that we got to visit with some old characters that we know and love while meeting new ones. And if you haven't read those other books, that’s okay too.
EXCERPT
“Would you mind zipping up the back of my dress?” She walks toward me, her flowery scent floating in my direction, spiking my yearning into overdrive.
“Uh, yeah . . . sure.”
She turns around, and looks over her shoulder. The back of her dress is completely open, the zipper undone to just above the curve of her beautifully round ass.
Shit, all that smooth, tan skin, covered by nothing but the velvety fabric of the dress. Is she wearing underwear? She’s not wearing a bra and I see no panty line.
Clearing my throat, I ask, “Are you wearing underwear, Adalyn?”
From over her shoulder, she smiles shyly. “Yes, it’s small though.”
Of course it is. Why wouldn’t it be?
Not being able to stop myself, I take a second to float my fingertips up her spine. From the initial touch, her back arches and a small gasp releases from her lips, but before I can think about stopping, she melts into my touch. Stepping closer, I place my hand on the back of her hip, my thumb pressing into her ass while the other hand explores the bare expanse of her back. Her head falls to my shoulder. Her lips part, and when I snake to the front of her dress, her breath hitches.
Eyes closed, I take in ragged breaths, my fingers inching closer and closer to her front, my cock painfully hard.
It’s been so goddamn long—and being with Adalyn has only spurred on my need—but I want to make sure we’re in a good place before we commit to anything. I want to make sure she’s ready emotionally because the minute I bury myself deep inside her, I know there will be no turning back. She will be mine forever.
But maybe for now, I can just have a little touch . . .
My cock pressed against her butt, she expertly grinds her backside into me, her hands moving to my neck, pulling my head down to hers. I kiss the side of her neck, using the hand that’s gripping her hips to guide her with her grinding in just the right place.
Fuck, that feels good.
I grunt, the sound vibrating over her sleek neck. My hand on her stomach, she arches wanting more of my touch, silently asking me to move north.
And I fucking comply. Inch by slow inch, I guide my hand to just below her breasts. When I halt my pursuit, a displeased groan escapes her.
“Hayden, please.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to find the willpower. Her fingernails dig into my scalp, spurring me on as she turns her head and finds my lips.
She kisses me.
Hot.
Wet.
Needy.
Her lips gliding across mine, her tongue diving into my mouth, her moans are vocal and sexy. Her delicious ass, pressing, grinding, undulating against my rock-hard cock makes me want to do so much more, makes me want to taste so much more.
Moving my hand higher, my fingertips graze the bottom of her breast. Soft. Round. Smooth. I caress her right below her nipple, never touching, just teasing . . . tempting.
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!
