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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.  

        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…  

Where do I start.? Firstly this is a book I would happily give 10 stars to in a heartbeat; what a joy it was to read this story.

Book 2 in the Dating by Numbers is a stand alone novel that was brilliantly written and executed. I loved not only Beck and Rylee but all their friends. This is a group of people I could easily see being my friends.

There were so many snort and laugh out loud moments throughout this book that I was in danger of being locked up. I laughed so hard I nearly cried, not to mention I woke my husband up.

Each time Beck opened his mouth I seemed to fall for him more and more. Rylee was such a great leading lady she matched him toe to toe which was exactly what both of them needed to get themselves  and Rylee in particular back into the land of the living.

Don’t get me wrong, this book was hilarious but at the same time Ms.Quinn handled several tragic and emotional events exceedingly well, with dignity and care.The regret and vulnerability Beck showed was heartbreaking to read at times and there were a few moments whilst reading that brought tears to my eyes.Throw in what fate had in store for Rylee and Two Wedding Crashers was at times like riding a roller-coaster, with highs and lows.

This is one of those books that you need to one click to experience the true brilliance of Meghan Quinn.

Cannot wait to read the third and final book in the series.

This story didn’t turn out to be what I thought it would be when I first started reading it. It was so much better than I imagined. I absolutely fell in love with not just the story, but these characters!  Beck and Rylee had off the chart emotional and physical chemistry right from the start. From their laugh-out-loud banter to their stories of heartache had me loving them for so many different reasons. As they both tried to make it a fun weekend fling neither could deny that there was more to it. Most of the time they enjoyed the fun and laughter of any new relationship, but somewhere deep down it was like their two broken hearts recognized the pain of the other and were put in each other path to simply heal each other and find happiness together.

Where do I start and what can I say that hasn’t already been said about Two Wedding Crashers........
Once again the very talented Meghan Quinn gives us another five star read, this author is surely the Queen of Rom-Com. This is book 2 in the Dating by Numbers series but I think it can be read as a stand-alone. Beck Wilder is the whole package he is hot, strong, fun and a little bit damaged, Rylee is strong, sassy and funny could they be the perfect match. I love this couple, the chemistry is off the charts, the banter flows, and I love that this book is told in both of their POV’s. I’m not sure what I expected for Beck and Rylee’s story but this book far exceeded everything I could have wished for, as always there was plenty of laugh out loud moments but this book is also a beautifully written journey about two people falling in love, this book also has some amazing secondary characters in Rylee’s close circle of friends and I hope they all get their own story. If you love rom-com please one click this book because this is a must read.

I'm not sure what I write about this insanely incredible story to do it justice. I think the author has such tremendous talent that shines through in the words she used to create this beautiful heartwarming book...centering on Rylee and Beck. I fell head over heals with Beck, no word of a lie. The most beautiful caring man to date and his heart...dear god, I think I want to marry this fictional character and hard. Seems silly I know but until you read this book, you can't judge me at all. I loved Rylee and her friends, made me want to be friends with them too. I laughed so hard I had tears...and at one point I about sobbed, then sighed and swooned....hard.... This book is Top 1 for 2018. A round of applause is needed for the writers incredible talent!! Brilliant and a definite, absolute Must Read!!!

 

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! Facebook | Follow on Goodreads | Website | Amazon Author Page | Instagram | Follow on BookBub