Wednesday, March 14, 2018

NEW RELEASE with REVIEW and BOOK EXCERPT - TWO WEDDING CRASHERS (Dating By Numbers #2) by Meghan Quinn is now available!

"Outrageously funny, smokin’ hot and truly romantic, Two Wedding Crashers is one sexy, heartwarming and emotional read!" - Craves the Angst

TITLE: Two Wedding Crashers
SERIES: Dating by Numbers #2
NOTE: Can be read as a STANDALONE
AUTHOR: Meghan Quinn
GENRE: Contemporary Romance
RELEASE DATE: March 11, 2018
PUBLISHER: Meghan Quinn
PAGES: Approx. 372
InkSlinger PR

RATING: 5 Stars!

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.

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REVIEWER'S NOTE: I received an eARC from the author in exchange for an honest review.

5 “Saucy” Stars!

The Review: 
Seriously! How could you not love this book. Outrageously funny, smokin’ hot and truly romantic, Two Wedding Crashers is one sexy, heartwarming and emotional read! This book has all the feels.

Told in dual POV’s.
Amazing characters.
Phenomenal story.
Outstanding side characters.
Smart, witty and written with tons of heart!

Beck Wilder is in a dating slump. Having recovered from a traumatic past, he’s still on shaky ground and when his friends suggest he go with them to a wedding and crash it for a night or two of fun with no commitments and no strings, he figures, what’s the harm. The last thing he ever expected was to find something solid when all he was looking for was a good time.

Rylee Ryan has had a painful year. Being a writer and having inspiration is important, but when you don’t know if you believe in love anymore, how can you write sexy, romantic scenes with a happily ever after when you’re sure you won't ever get your own. When her two best friends talk her into going to the sunny beaches of Florida to crash a wedding and hopefully hook up with one of the attendees for a night or two of fun to break her writer's block, she’s reluctant at first but then caves, thinking, what could it hurt.

When Beck see’s Rylee in one of the BEST character introductions I’ve ever read, I knew this was going to be a hilarious, fun filled ride but what I didn’t expect was all the fantastically written emotions and angsts. Wow! This book had it all. Beck was sexy sweet. The man was total book boyfriend material and so HOT! The minute he sees Rylee, he’s hooked but when he gets to actually speak to her, to actually have fun with her, he knows there’s more to her than just a one night stand. So he takes his time with her and is patient and understanding about her hesitancy. Rylee is a riot and she clicks instantly with Beck. She’s smart, kind and open but also reserved because she’s a little bit afraid of the feelings she quickly starts to develop for Beck.

Feelings aside, these two were a perfect match and the author writes some of the most laughable scenes I’ve ever read. Crashing weddings, coming up with faux stories about their pasts and connections to the bride and grooms, fooling towns people with comical, laugh out loud tall tales, outlandish antics and playful banter ... these two just meshed so well. And the sexual tension? WOWZA! Instant, seductive, sensual and romantic. How Rylee held out so long, I’ll never know!

And then there’s the “real” ... Both were hiding painful pasts, way down deep and both were reluctant to tell their truths. When all was revealed, I won't lie, I was buried in the feels. It shed an entirely new light and added a lot more depth to these incredible, strong characters.

I have to give special shout out here to Beck. That man ... *swoon*. Like I said, perfect book boyfriend in one sexy package! Once he came to terms with his feelings and once he understood more about Rylee’s past, he was on a mission to get his girl. I LOVED how he put action to words and began an all out assault to get what he wanted. It was romantic and fun and just what every girl wants when she’s in a slump and needs to know that she’s enough to get the guy of her dreams.

The Wrap Up: 
This was my first read by this author and I’m kicking myself for waiting so long to read her work. If her other books are as epic as this one, then I’m all over them! Entertaining, smart, quirky ... addicting! I couldn’t put this one down and it is definitely a MUST READ!


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. 

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 . . . 


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…


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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