Twisted Twosome by Meghan Quinn, my review ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

We’re celebrating the release of  TWISTED TWOSOME by Meghan Quinn!


My review ❤️❤️


“We’re one of a kind, Racer. Kindred souls.”

How emotional was that book? I was all over the place aching and laughing.

I am speechless- I am really trying to find the words to describe how amazing this book was. To be honest , words cannot describe how much I love this story. Meghan Quinn always makes me FEEL that it is why I am always passionate when I review one of her books. Her words always have a way of making me FEEL as if I am part of her characters’s lives.

“we’re like water and oil. We will never mix. We’re too different.” 

I laughed, cried and got even so upset at some point it was unreal!


Racer’s story was heart-breaking and endearing at the same time. He is trying to save what he has left from his dad- their house. His day job is not enough so he does some extras to get more cash, in order to pay all his bills. When Georgie , “the rich girl”, is looking for someone to help build her dream shop “Limerence”, she has no choice than hiring the man that she despises- Racer.

“I’m the hired help; she’s the boss with the checkbook. She’s champagne and I’m nickel and dime beer.” 

They both need each other but they do not know how to overcome their hatred for each other…. In a nutshell… they are attracted to each other but are not compatible… so they think… until they let their guard down and learn to know each other.

“It’s shitty that what really intimidates me is her status. She’s refined, polished, a fucking Rolls Royce that’s never been touched.” 

I’m in love with Racer, it was instalove to be honest- the more I discovered about him the more I was falling. I felt so deeply for him that I was desperate for him to get his HEA.

George is an exceptional heroine- she is strong and sassy and determined. She doesn’t get the support from her family but still decides to chase her dream and make it on her own… with the help of her brother.

“I’ve come to realize money isn’t everything. It’s having and achieving hopes, dreams, and aspirations; that’s what’s going to make you happy in life.” 

The banter and pranks between them was first class. They made me LOL so often.

Every time I think I can’t like Meghan Quinn’s books more or her characters … she always bloody proves me wrong! I keep falling more and more in love with her books, with each new release.
Racer is now officially my favourite – he is everything, sensitive, vulnerable, annoying, witty, sexy – And so much more but he’s got a big heart. I cried and cried because of her words and I could feel the bond and love between Racer and his deceased father. It was simply beautiful, heart wrenching and real.

“All it takes is a little humanity to help you fall for another soul. And I’m falling, I’m falling hard.”

All the characters were outstanding even Donald. The relationship between Natasha and Georgie is as hilarious as the one Racer has with the lads.

Meghan I don’t know how you do it but there’s a reason you are one of my oneclick authors , you never disappoint!! You always manage to take my breath away. #PureBliss
Romanticism was on point! #perfection

I loved it … hard. I’m a linguist and all the words in George’s book , it was words porn for moi!! So I have one word for you
Yugen- An Awareness of the universe that triggers an emotional response too deep and powerful for words.

“Weathering the storm, it’s what can make or break you.”

*Arc kindly provided for an hones t review



NA Romantic Comedy


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Racer McKay is a broody bastard.
From the moment I met him, he’s been rude, irritable, and unbearable.
A contractor working to remodel my parents pool house for extra cash, he stomps around in those clunky construction boots with his tool belt wrapped around his narrow waist, and a chip on his shoulder.
Racer McKay is also infuriatingly . . . sexy as hell. I want to take that pencil tucked behind his ear, and draw lazy lines slowly up and down his body all the while wanting to strangle him at the same time.
We try to stay out of each other’s way . . . that is until I have no other option but to ask for his help.
But what I don’t realize is he needs me just as much as I need him. I have money he’s desperate for, and he holds the key to making my dreams come true.
Our pranks turn from sarcastic banter, to sexual tension and lust-filled glances. Bickering matches quickly morph into slow burn moments. We’re hot, we’re cold. We push and pull. I need him, I don’t want him. We’re on the verge of combusting with an agreement dangling dangerously between us. Neither one of us can afford to lose one another and yet, we’re finding it quite hard to decipher the line that rests between love and hate.
*Twisted Twosome is a stand alone romantic comedy.





“Thanks for lunch, I haven’t had a fine peanut butter and jelly sandwich in quite some time.” Racer takes a giant bite from one of three sandwiches I made him. The man can eat; I just want to know where he puts it all. “What is this, crunchy peanut butter?” He looks over the sandwich, studying it intently.
“Yes, it’s crunchy with mixed berry jam.”
He nods and takes another bite. He talks with his mouth full, which for some weird reason makes him oddly adorable. “Nice touch, George. The peanuts add a nice texture.”
“Are you going all food critic on my PB and J skills right now?”
Lifting his shirt, he dabs away some of the sweat that’s collecting on his forehead, beneath his backward hat. His abs flex with the movement, drawing my attention. Each divot calling out to me to touch, to examine . . . to lick.
“I think every human should be judged on their PB and J skills.”
I pull my eyes away from his stomach just in time not to get caught staring. “Why do you think that?”
“Because,” he takes another bite, “I think building a peanut butter and jelly sandwich is in everyone’s repertoire, but only the truly skilled know how to make a proper one. And I want to be friends with the truly skilled.”
“Is that so?” I take a drink of my green tea and study him for a second, watching the way the muscles in his jaw move with each bite and swallow. It’s sexy.
His neck is sexy? Is that possible?
“So where do I land on your scale of sandwich artists?”
He smiles from my term, and I realize how much I adore his boyish charm. Pulling his eyes away from me, he examines one of the sandwiches I made him and starts assessing it. “Good ratio of peanut butter to jelly. Nice choice in bread. The crunch you added has been a pleasant surprise, and the mixed berry jam is fucking delightful.” I giggle from his girly term. “But . . .”
I perk up; there’s a but? “But what?”
He quirks his mouth to the side, almost to say, “Sorry, but you’re not quite perfect.” “The bread, it should have been toasted. Toasting it would have taken you to boss level when it comes to the PB and J.”
“Toasting it?”
He nods and takes another bite. “When you don’t toast a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, the peanut butter and bread form a paste on the roof of your mouth. Even though it tastes good, it can get quite irritating.”
“But I didn’t have a toaster.”
“Rookie mistake.”
“Well, If I knew I was going to be critiqued, I would have sprung for bacon.”
He pauses mid bite and stares at me over his sandwich. “You’re a beast for bringing up the option.”
I polish off the rest of my sandwich and wipe my fingers. “Well, maybe next time you’ll communicate expectations better. I’m not a mind reader, Racer. Frankly, the fact I didn’t make boss level is on you, not me.”
I stand and gather my trash as he stares me down. “Don’t you turn this on me. You didn’t have a toaster. The toaster is what’s key. This is on you, Georgie. This is on you!” he calls out as I make my way to the back, laughing to myself the entire time.
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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