ARC Review: LOVE SINCERELY YOURS by Sara Ney & Meghan Quinn

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Title: LOVE SINCERELY YOURS

Author: Sara Ney & Meghan Quinn

Genre: Romantic Comedy

Rating: 3.75 Stars

Release Date: October 9th, 2018

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Dear Mister…**strike out** no, too formal.

Hey there sweet cheeks *strike out* no, too forward.

 

To whom it may concern,

Full disclosure; before we move forward with this email, I would like it to be known that I have consumed an adequate amount of alcoholic beverages to intoxicate myself tonight. Three margaritas, two shots, and one beer—because it was free.

I think it’s important to be open and honest with your co-workers, don’t you?

So here I am, being honest. Drunk but honest. Or just drunk with lust? You decide.

I like you so much it’s clouding my judgment and making me do things I never would sober. Like write this letter.

I have a hopeless, foolish, schoolgirl crush on you when you are the last person on earth I should be falling for. Did you know people around the office call you a sadist? An egomaniac. An insensitive, arrogant prick. Your bark is worse then your bite, and you don’t scare me. The fact is, I’d love that bite of yours to nip at my bare skin while we’re both wearing nothing but sheets.

For once I want you to look at me as more than one of your employees.

And as long as we’re being honest, that navy blue suit you wear? With the crisp white shirt? It really makes me want to loosen your tie and show you who’s boss.

Love,

Sincerely,

Yours.

 

 

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When you think of a duo who should be writing RomCom together, Sara Ney and Meghan Quinn seem like the obvious answer. LOVE SINCERELY YOURS wasn’t all quite what I was expecting, but still made for a fun, laugh out loud read.

If you love low angst, low drama, some embarrassing moments and lots of laughs, this is the book for you.

Peyton works for Rome‘s company, in a position that she isn’t passionate about. So when she lets Rome know that she is putting in her notice, he isn’t too thrilled with the woman he never even realized existed before.

Rome is closed off, moody and the kind of boss workers gossip about behind his back. Yet, he is really attractive, so despite his personality, Peyton finds herself crushing on him. And one night when she is really drunk, she lets him know via email how she feels about him.

Anonymously, of course.

They two start emailing back and forth, a unexpected friendship and chemistry forming between them. Of course, Rome has no idea it’s Peyton he’s emailing; the person who drives him nuts and won’t leave his mind.

And then… well, you just have to read to find out!

I did have a few problems with this one. I didn’t feel it had the big BOOM factor that you usually find in both Ney and Quinn’s work. The amount of emails back and forth got a little tedious at times. I also didn’t always feel the spark between Peyton and Rome and… *in a whipser* I found Rome a little boring at times. 😡

But like I said, it was loaded with funny moments and fun banter and some great side characters that I can’t wait to know more about!

 

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ARC Review: The Left Side of Perfect and The Right Side of Forever by Meghan Quinn

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Author: Meghan Quinn

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Series: The Perfect Duet #1 and #2

Rating: 4 Stars

Release Dates: THE LEFT SIDE OF PERFECT- OUT NOW. THE RIGHT SIDE OF FOREVER out August 31st!

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The Left Side of Perfect

 

For better or for worse,’til death do us part . . .

The better captured me; she’s who stole my heart.
And made me realize I couldn’t live without this woman.
The worse of her took my breath away–kicked me when I was down and twisted me into a million knots.

When I first met her, I thought she was someone I would never see again.
The second time I ran into her, it was a random coincidence.
The third?
I didn’t know it at the time, but she was the girl I was going to marry.

But life isn’t always perfect. You have to take the better and the worse–even if it means giving her up, having her slip between your fingers, and letting her walk away.

I’m getting married.
This is forever, ’til death do us part.

 

The Right Side of Forever

In sickness and in health, to love and to cherish . . .

It sounds so simple, to love someone unconditionally.
To give them your heart.

So why is she slowly eating away at my soul with every unanswered phone call, every unread text, and every door left unopened?

She said yes, and yet, in order for her to be with me . . . I need to let her go.

 

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Okay, in case you haven’t noticed, this is a double review. This will also be extremely spoiler free, so read on with ease. Also, if you haven’t read The Blue Line Series by Meghan Quinn, you might want to stop reading right now.

Good?

Good.

Meghan Quinn has created something so different, and so lovely with these little duet. It’s heartbreaking and gives you butterflys. It’s a complete roller-coaster ride that you’ll beg to go on again and again. It’s complicate and romantic.

I really liked Colby‘s character from The Blue Line Series, and I was glad he was getting his own books. Colby, who is a bit unlucky in love, finally wants his chance at a happily ever after. Will it be that easy?

No, of course not! 😛

There are ups and downs, twits and turns. When you think you know what’s going on, the unexpected pop’s up.

I will say, by the end this love story is just incredible. It delivers all the feels and all the swoons. The writing is addictive, and man oh man, do these books have some of the best character growth in them.

If you are looking for a sexy, swoony, emotional type of love story, I highly recommend this duet! It will break your heart and put it together in the best possible way!

 

rah

 

 

EXCERPT REVEAL: THE LEFT SIDE OF PERFECT by Meghan Quinn

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Title: The Left Side of Perfect

Author: Meghan Quinn

Release date: August 30th!

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For better or for worse,’til death do us part . . .

The better captured me; she’s who stole my heart.

And made me realize I couldn’t live without this woman.

The worse of her took my breath away–kicked me when I was down and twisted me into a million knots.

When I first met her, I thought she was someone I would never see again.

The second time I ran into her, it was a random coincidence.

The third?

I didn’t know it at the time, but she was the girl I was going to marry.

But life isn’t always perfect. You have to take the better and the worse–even if it means giving her up, having her slip between your fingers, and letting her walk away.

I’m getting married.

This is forever, ’til death do us part.

 

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Her hands rest on her hips, the navy-blue Grecian-style dress draped down the length of her body, a small slit on the side that barely reaches her knee. “You’re really fixated on this, aren’t you?”

“Nah, didn’t care too much. A homemade dinner would have been nice, though.”

“I can’t cook.”

“Neither can I,” I answer honestly. I either eat out, or I make myself scrambled eggs, and that’s about it. Rory taught me how to make meatballs once but hell if I can remember how to do that. All I know is that I enjoyed crushing the beef between my fingers. I get by with limited knowledge in the kitchen.

She chuckles. “Well, aren’t we a pair?” She turns to watch Stryder and Rory together. Apparently not giving a shit about the even bigger elephant in the room, Ryan asks, “Is this weird for you?”

“I have a flask in my jacket pocket, so you tell me.”

She lifts her bouquet and pulls out a mini bottle of alcohol. She wiggles her eyebrows at me. “Thought maybe we’d both need this since we have to sit through having all these pictures taken with them.”

“Smirnoff? That’s what you brought with you?”

“It was all I had. Don’t judge me.”

“I’m judging.”

Playfully she whacks my arm. “You shouldn’t be judging me. It was innovative. I carved out a little space in my bouquet for this bottle. If anything, you should congratulate me on this genius idea.”

“Was it your idea?”

“I mean”—she toes the ground—“I might have seen the idea on Pinterest along with a recipe for beer cookies that tasted like vomit.”

“Beer cookies?” I shake my head and take the little bottle from her. Twist the cap, tilt the bottle back, and swig. I hand it back to her, leaving half the bottle. “Even I know better than to think beer cookies would taste good.”

“They were for a boyfriend I was trying to impress.”

“Impress or poison?”

“Impress.” She laughs. “Although after our breakup, I should probably say poison. Teach all future suitors: if you mess with me, you get poisoned.”

“It’d keep me away, that’s for damn sure.”

She finishes the rest of the little bottle and returns it to her bouquet. She pats it and says, “I can recycle it later.”

“Get drunk and save the earth. Sounds like a good combination to me.”

“Ryan and Colby, can we get you over here for a few pictures?” the photographer calls out.

“That’s our cue.” Ryan pokes my cheek with her index finger, looking sincerely at me. “Don’t forget to smile, because these pictures will last forever.”

“Scowling not in the job description of best man?”

As we walk over, she says, “I would normally say no, but given the bride is your ex-girlfriend, one scowl is allowed.”

“One scowl? Damn, better make it a good one.”

ARC review: The Downside of Love by Meghan Quinn

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Title: The Downside of Love

Author: Meghan Quinn

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Series: Blue Line #2 (must read The Upside of Falling first!)

Release Date: July 1st, 2018

Rating: 4 Stars

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This isn’t a story about a love triangle. There is no triangle involved.
This isn’t a story about an accidental pregnancy. Although having a baby with her . . . I would.
This isn’t a story about lies and deception, even though at times I’ve lied to myself.

No, this is my story.

A story about sacrifice.
A story about a man who fell in love with the wrong girl.
A story I wish I never had to tell.

This is a story about the true meaning of the downside of love.

 

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*Spoiler Free Review* So, this will be short and sweet cause I can’t say too much. 😉

After reading The Upside of Love, I couldn’t wait to read this one. How was Meghan Quinn going to make everything right? Could she?

Well, she could and she did.

Not only did the ending of TUOL take me for a spin, but so did the events in The Downside of Love. This book, this series, is heartbreaking, romantic, raw, gritty, sexy and swoony. It’s nothing like you expect, yet ends up being just right.This isn’t an easy love story. I know people say that about books often, but in this case it’s for serious. It’s filled with ups and downs, twists and turns. It will emotionally drain you, in the best way.

Rory grew on me a bit more in this book, but she still isn’t my favorite character. There was just something about her that prevented me from connecting with her fully. Though don’t ask me what it was, cause I can’t quite put my finger on it.

However, Colby and Stryder took up enough of my heart that it didn’t matter. They were very similar characters in that they are respectful, thoughtful and kind. The type of men that can easily steal a heart. However, their personalities and voices were vastly different.

If you are looking for a love story that is unlike anything else you read, read this book, this series. If you want to be angry and confused and full of angst, this book is for you. If you want your heart to skip a beat, yep, this is for you!

 

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ARC Review: The Upside of Falling by Megan Quinn

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Title: The Upside of Falling

Author: Meghan Quinn

Series: Blue Line #1

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Rating: 4 Stars

Release Date: June 21st, 2018

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Tucked away at the base of the Rocky Mountains lived a little boy with one singular dream: leave this broken and battered home and become someone.

Be somebody’s hero.

That boy was me—Colby Brooks. Except I’m not that same little boy anymore.
My dreams might still be the same, but my reality isn’t.

I’m smarter. Stronger. A man.

And I learned a long damn time ago, the only way to achieve my dreams was to avoid distractions—at any cost.

Focus. Resolve. Determination.

But all it took was one single night. One night and my entire life…changed.

One night had me colliding head first with the biggest distraction of my life; Rory Oaks.

Smart. Charming. Beautiful.

Rory changed everything.

Quickly, my one-track mind started to bend.

Each kiss faded decade-long dreams.

And with one single incident, I fly off course.

 

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Head turned down, pushing the sleeves of his white Henley up his arms, he swaggers toward me. His jeans hang low on his hips, held up by the same brown belt he wore the other night. His narrow waist directs my eyes to the center of his jeans, and I can’t help wonder what might be behind the crotch of his pants.

And then there is his chest. Barrel like, broad and prominent. His thick biceps showcase his strength, and the fabric of his shirt stretches over his shoulders and forearms. Having spent a lot of time at the gym, I’ve seen every body type, but Colby’s is different. He’s strong, built, but not like a body builder. His body seems to suggest the only kind of weight he’s been lifting is his own body, pushup after pushup. I can’t imagine there being barbells in his workouts, but I can imagine logs, cadets, and heavy machinery. He has working muscles, the kind you earn from hard, dedicated work on the field. In a word? Impressive.

Walking up to Stryder, he grips his friend’s shoulder and says something into his ear. A smirk crosses Stryder’s face before he moves over to our side of the bowling alley and takes Colby’s place.

Is he leaving? Already?

Might as well at this point. It’s not like he’s going to talk to me, not after my pathetic attempt at a bet. I should have known I was going to hang out in the gutter all night. It’s where I usually am when I’m bowling. I blame the ball. The thing has a vendetta against me.

Sighing, I prop my chin in my hand and watch Stryder expertly toss his ball down the lane, getting a strike . . . once again. And just like every other strike, he pumps his arm up in the air and celebrates. We get it, you’re good, no need to—

“Hey.”

That voice . . .

Stunned, eyes wide, not able to move, not wanting to scare him away, I keep my eyes trained forward, soaking in that beautifully deep voice of his for a brief moment before saying, “Hey.”

“Can I sit here?”

Still keeping my eyes trained forward, I say, “Sure.”

My body tingles with awareness of how close he is to me, that fresh laundry scent invading my senses, prickling the little hairs on my arm. My body leans toward his, wanting a little more, searching for anything else he might give me. I don’t know why he’s choosing to engage me in conversation, but I’m sure as hell not moving while he does.

“Sorry about tonight,” he says and he actually sounds sincere.

“Why are you sorry?” I mumble.

Reaching around, he takes my cheek in his hand. The callouses on his palm rubbing against my skin is a welcome sensation. As I’m turned toward him, I steady my breathing. I’m having a hard time slowing my heart rate because of his close proximity, and the unexpected touch shooting a wave of heat through my veins.

“I’m sorry you didn’t get to ask me any questions. I didn’t think you were going to suck that bad.” A playful smile tugs at his lips, and my heart sinks to the floor. Oh God, he’s so gorgeous, especially when he smiles.

Matching his smirk, I say, “I didn’t think I was going to suck that bad either.”

“I feel bad.”

“You should.” That garners a laugh, deep and throaty, the sound cloaking me like a shield, protecting me from the outside world, bringing me into a little bubble where we are the only two that exist.

“Ask me a question.”

Shocked, I swallow hard and say, “Really?”

He nods and holds up his fingers. “You get three.”

“Oh, three? Wow, I feel like you just gave me the key to your soul.”

Rolling his eyes, he adjusts his stance on the barstool and leans back, giving us some space, our knees still knocking into each other. “Easy killer; it’s just three questions.”

“Yeah, three questions I didn’t have before.” Tapping my chin, I try to think of good questions, but now that I have him willing and waiting, nothing comes to mind. I wasn’t prepared for this, he caught me off-guard, and now I feel I can’t be strategic about my probing. “Hmm . . . what do you like to do on the weekends?”

“Jump,” he answers.

Searching his eyes, lips quirked, I say, “Uh, you’re going to have to be more specific than that. What kind of jumping are we talking here? Like jump roping? Because that seems kind of weird to do on the weekends, and if you tell me you’re in some kind of jump-roping club at the academy, I’m not going to believe you.”

His lips curve up as he scratches the side of his jaw. “Jump out of airplanes.”

Oh.

Oh.

That’s . . .

Uh, that’s really hot.

“So you just casually jump out of airplanes?”

“I’m part of the Wings of Blue, the academy’s parachute team. We jump every day, at least two to three times a day after class and before dinner, depending on wind and ceiling limits. On the weekends, some of the guys, including Stryder and me, go to Springs East Airport and do civilian jumps. The more jumps we get in, the higher the chance we’ll be considered for big demonstrations, like parachuting into football games and major sporting events for the Rockies and Broncos.” Ummmm. Did anyone else just hear how many words he gifted me? And seriously? Does the man have no clue how incredibly sexy he is when he talks about something he loves? The expression on his face . . .

“Wow, that’s . . . that’s really hot.” I chuckle. “Sorry, I don’t mean to fangirl over your parachuting, but I guess I wasn’t expecting that answer. You just jump out of planes?”

He slowly nods. “Every day.”

“Anything to get you up in the clouds, huh?”

“Yeah,” he answers shyly, rubbing his jaw. “Okay, next question.”

 

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*Yes, this review is completely spoiler free!*

Meghan Quinn completely surprised me with this one, in the best possible way. The Upside Of Falling was gripping, witty, sexy and emotional. So very emotional. In fact, I may need a cart full of ice cream, and I indeed to send Meghan the bill.

I’m going to attempt to say a lot about this book, because it is wonderful, while saying little about it, because you should experience it yourself. Make sense?

Colby is kind of a jerk. He’s moody, has walls up a mile high, and doesn’t care about much. The only thing he does care about is becoming a fighter pilot for the US Airforce. That is his dream, his passion- pretty much his entire life.

Rory is the opposite. She’s sweet, kind, has a huge heart and her family is the most important thing in her life. She’s the kind of person that lives for helping others, while sometimes forgetting to put herself first from time to time.

In a refreshing change of pace from so many romance books, it’s Rory that chases after Colby, determined to get under his skin. To help him. To show him that the world can be filled with kindness and love.

And slowly, something starts to form between the two of them. It’s romantic, and unexpected and swoony and so perfect. It’s a slow change, and you can’t help but to fall in love right beside them. The connection and chemistry they have feels so natural, it squeezed at my heart. Colby and Rory are just two people you can’t help but root for.

And Colby? Wow, does Meghan Quinn do some amazing character growth with him. Wowza. He will steal your heart.

And yes. As you might be aware, this book does a cliffy. But I know it will be worth it, this delicious torture we are in. Plus the second part, The Downside To Love will by out July 5th- not much time at all!!!

Trust me when I say READ THIS BOOK! It’s going to be a top favorite, I know it. Even if you aren’t typically into military books (like myself), you will want to read this book!

 

rah

 

 

ARC Review: Two Wedding Crashers by Meghan Quinn

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Title: Two Wedding Crashers

Author: Meghan Quinn

Genre: Romantic Comedy

Series: Dating by Numbers #2. Can be a standalone.

Rating: 4 Stars

Release Date: March 11th, 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.

But it will make for one hell of a story….

 

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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…

 

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