Review & Excerpt Tour – Two Wedding Crashers by Meghan Quinn

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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.

REVIEW

Take a chance on something that makes you happy

Meghan Quinn is one of my favourite authors (EVER!) and Two Wedding Crashers is the perfect example of why. It’s billed as a romcom and it definitely hits the mark here; I laughed out loud countless times, I shared some of my favourite scenes with my husband and online buddies, and I spent almost all of the book with a huge smile on my face. But as Meghan is so good at, she manages to make this so much more than a hilarious romance novel – it’s got so much heart and soul that you can’t help but be caught up in all the emotions that this book will make you feel; and there’s a lot.

Rylee Ryan and Beck Wilder meet by chance when they are both invited by their respective friends to crash a wedding in Key West (and as an Aussie I had no idea where this place was, but now I do it looks awesome and I want to go there!!). What ensues is a chemistry-laden week of flirting, getting to know you, holiday experiences to die for, souvenir shopping (Pearl aka Turtle Titty Tata and Hunky Merman bottle openers 😂😂😂😂), and eventually one of the hottest sex scenes ever 🔥🔥🔥 But all good things must come to an end…. or do they?? Surely living on opposite sides of the country – Beck in LA and Rylee in a tiny town in Maine – means that any relationship they could potentially have is over before it could even start. Well not if Beck has anything to say about it… 😉

What follows is one of the most beautiful – and yes still hilarious – love stories I have read FULL STOP (so not this month, or this year, I mean ever!!). Beck and Rylee both have pasts that could easily stand in the way of a relationship that is already practically impossible due to the miles between them. And yet, there’s something between the two of them – more than lust, more than chemistry, an undeniable connection that you don’t find every day. And it’s this connection that will have you turning every page desperate to know what happens next. Rylee is one stubborn, head-strong woman who I absolutely adore. And Beck, what can I say?! He’s swoon-worthy, romantic, considerate, kind, hot as all hell, and he has a heart of gold. So he’s the type of guy every woman – and a lot of men – will fall in love with.

Finally, the supporting cast in Two Wedding Crashers are some of the best I have read in ages! From best friends who are equal parts hilarious, supportive and will tell it like it is to a family of four brothers who believed they are cursed when it comes to love (and we better get their books Ms Quinn!!) – you will never feel like the story is lacking even when Rylee and Beck don’t share a state, let alone the pages in the book.

I absolutely LOVED Thee Blind Dates – book 1 in this Dating by Number series – and Two Wedding Crashers has totally eclipsed that. Which is no mean feat at all! But this book, Rylee and Beck and their incredible love story – it’s one of my top reads of 2018 and one of my favourite books EVER! So what that means for the final book in this series – One Baby Daddy (coming in May) – well the bar is set incredibly high, and I can’t wait to see what Meghan delivers!!

Two Wedding Crashers will crash into your heart, eat the free food and dance the night away!! This is a story – a couple – you won’t forget in a hurry!

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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…

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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