Thursday, March 12, 2020

Release Blitz for THE TRADE by Meghan Quinn!

 

  TRADE by Meghan Quinn Release Date: March 12th Genre: Contemporary Romance   


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  Blurb: Can you pinpoint a time in your life where you realized you are completely and utterly screwed? I can. I got the dreaded phone call, the one every baseball player hopes and prays never comes. I was traded. Yeah, that phone call. Traded from my long time team of over ten years. And not just to any team, but my childhood rivals; the Chicago Rebels. Completely and utterly screwed, right? Wrong. The trade was the least of my concerns. I met a girl. Natalie. Man, she's perfect. I swore I would never get involved with anyone during the season. Too complicated. But can you believe I have zero restraint when it comes to this girl? I couldn't get her out of my head and the more I talked to her, the more I realized I needed her in my life. So what's the problem? Why am I screwed? Because, Natalie, the girl I can't stop crushing on, yeah . . . she's married. At least, that's what I was told . . .   

    


  Excerpt: CORY I’m fucked. I’m sure you hear that all the time, so the term has lost its impact. I ran out of sugar for my cookie batter . . . I’m fucked. Forgot my phone in my car . . . I’m fucked. Saw my neighbor’s old-man balls . . . I’m fucked for life. I can guarantee you right now, this is nothing compared to old-man balls and cookies. This is way worse. This defines the term, I’m fucked. What is it you ask? It happened after one of the worst baseball seasons of my life. Traded halfway through the season to the team I’d hated my entire life, I was drowning in the constant media attention, persecuting me for the pass off for my multi-million-dollar contract. “We want to win,” the Rebels said. “We can do that with Cory Potter wearing black and red.” And just like that, the team I’ve been playing for my entire professional career up and traded me to unload my hefty salary to develop new up-and-comers from the farm system. The Rebels. I’m a fucking Chicago Rebel. Words I never thought I’d say, especially growing up as a Chicago Bobcats fan, the rival team to the Rebels. Not just rival, but enemies. The teams themselves don’t get along, the fans hate each other, and Chicago is divided for a good portion of the year when the stadium lights are on. But here I am, my name attached to the biggest trade in sports history. A ballsy move. An upset to Baltimore. A baseball anomaly: All-American turned Rebel. I’ve heard it all, I’ve seen it all, and no matter what’s splashed across the headlines, it doesn’t deviate from the fact that my long-time team decided to part ways with me midseason. Mid-fucking-season. After fourteen years, I packed up everything and moved back to Chicago. But even that’s not why I’m fucked; it’s just the start of it. The beginning of the end. Dramatic? Maybe. But if you were in my shoes, you’d be thinking the same thing. After not even coming close to getting into the playoffs, the season ended, I was booed off the field because that’s how Rebels fans are—you don’t perform, they hate you—and I sequestered myself to my practically empty and cold apartment. After a week of binge-eating deep-dish pizza and watching every prison documentary on Netflix, my sister finally dragged me out of my apartment, forcing me to attend a Bobbies playoff game with her so we could cheer on my brother-in-law. Her husband. Seeing a Rebels player cheering on a Bobbies player plastered all over the news went over just as well as a grandma telling her grandson her favorite pastime is cock-tickling. Not well. But still . . . not the reason I’m fucked. This is beyond worse than that. During that game, I got the talk. Not the birds and bees, but the talk from a concerned sister about my lack of social life. You really should get out more. I know some single moms who are really nice. Maybe a dating app might be fun. Girls would be ecstatic to match with the one and only Cory Potter. I don’t want you dying alone. That last one was a real kicker. Dying alone. I’m fucking thirty-five and she has me with one toe in my grave. The way I see it is, if you don’t meet your girl in college or high school, you’re sure as shit not going to meet her while playing professional baseball. Not when the schedule is obscenely busy and long, and not when you’re known for one thing in your city: making a shitload of money for playing a sport. It’s almost impossible to find genuine relationships when you have this level of fame. So I’ve resolved to waiting until after I retire to fall in love. That doesn’t mean I’ve been celibate, I’m a man after all—a man with a shitload of adrenaline pumping through him on a daily basis. I’ve had my fair share of one-night stands with women, and a few on a solid repeat with zero expectations. Every woman I’ve bedded I’ve treated with respect, and I’ve been honest with them, because if anything, I’m a genuinely nice guy who doesn’t ever want to make someone feel bad. Ask anyone who knows me, I’m the nice guy, the dependable guy, the leader with a heart. I don’t screw women over, ever. Are you thinking one of those one-night stands turned into an “accident”? Is that the reason I’m fucked? Got a girl I don’t know pregnant? Nope, not that either. But the conversation I had with Milly pushed me to a new way of thinking. I don’t want you dying alone. She made me fucking paranoid. Was I really going to die alone? Were my good years behind me and now I’m old meat on the market? Should I be trying to find love in the midst of the craziness of my life? Milly made me think, which then made me open up to the idea of finding someone, of looking at women differently, of allowing the relationship part of my brain to turn on. So instead of ignoring every woman that has relationship potential I’d possibly look for, I turned off my blinders and started looking for them. But I didn’t come close to meeting anyone that remotely fit the box of someone I’d consider going out on a date with. That was until I attended a certain charity event. I saw her from across the room. Her smile was what caught my eye, then it was the way she laughed and held on to her brother’s hand, her brother who had cerebral palsy. It was the way she’d lean into him, hold him, as if he was the most wonderful human she’d ever met. The fact that she was absolutely breathtaking with piercing blue eyes had nothing to do with it. It was her infectious laughter. Her kind heart. Her dedication to her family. In a matter of seconds, I wanted to know her, wanted to find out her name, wanted to be in her orbit. Wanted to be a recipient of her warmth and affection. I watched her from across the room, how she interacted with every person who came up to her, and when I was finally granted the opportunity to introduce myself, my breath caught in my throat when our hands connected. I felt my heart slam against the cage in my chest. And I knew, in that moment, with our hands mid shake, my life would never be the same. Her name is Natalie. Sister to my new teammate Jason Orson and his twin brother Joseph. Director of Jason’s foundation, The Lineup. And the reason why I’m utterly fucked. Because while I started to grow attached to this magnetic and beautiful woman, when I told my sister about her, she informed me there was a ring on Natalie’s finger. A ring that didn’t belong to me. Hope plummeted in the matter of seconds as I felt the color from my besotted face drain into a puddle of remorse. She was married. She is fucking married. See? Totally fucked. I’ve been crushing so hard, because even a month later, I still think about her. I can still hear her laugh, see her smile, feel her hand in mine. I want her. Fucking bad. They say time will heal all wounds, well for me, the more time passes, the more my wound is exposed and tormented. Cory Potter is crushing on a married woman . . . That is why I am completely and utterly . . . fucked.        



The Trade is professional baseball player Cory Potter’s story and I do believe I may have a new book boyfriend.

After receiving the devastating news that after ten years he has been traded to his childhood rival team, the Chicago Rebels, the last thing Cory wants or needs is to fall for Natalie.

There were times that I laughed, I cried, I swooned and through it all I was cheering that Cory and Natalie would get the happily ever after that they both deserved.

I fell hard and fast for Cory, he was everything I wanted and so much more; such a charismatic hero that I couldn't help but fall for him. Not only is he swoon worthy and hot, but he is caring and protective.

The Trade ticked all the boxes for me and is a great example of RomCom at it’s finest. Meghan Quinn has a way with words that quickly draws you in and keeps you captivated from the first to the last chapter.

The chemistry between Cory and Natalie was intense and hot. It wouldn’t be a Meghan Quinn novel without humour and laughter and this just added to my overall enjoyment of the book with numerous snort worthy laugh out loud moments.

There was nothing I didn’t like about The Trade, I just loved everything about the characters and the story.




Meghan Quinn knocked this one out of the park! She has a way of writing characters that you would love to hang out with and Jason and Natalie along with all of their friends make The Trade a truly enjoyable story to read.
This book had me laughing, smiling and swooning all the way through from Natalie’s crazy dating escapades to her sharing a room with Jason at the resort. Did someone say awkward? But they managed to not only make the best of it, they found a connection that started out as friendship, but became so much more. Jason is a perfect balance of sweet and sexy. He is not just out for a one time thing. He wants a relationship. He just has to show Natalie that they are a perfect match! Natalie has just gotten through a divorce and doesn’t have a huge amount of self confidence when it comes to relationships but she and Jason have such an easy banter between them and so much more. Will she take the chance?



Where to begin and what to say that hasn’t already been said about The Trade which is Cory Potter’s story and boy does he have a tale to tell!!!
Cory grew up in Chicago and he is struggling to come to terms with being traded back to his home town, the trade to Chicago is ok it’s the team he has been traded to that is giving him grief after all the Chicago Rebels were his childhood rival team and he never thought he would be playing for them...
I fell head over heels for Cory and I think I have a new book boyfriend but I also loved Natalie because she was everything I would want in a best friend .the secondary characters play a big part in this book and I loved the interaction we got with them. The chemistry was scorching hot and as always we got the perfect mix of love, giggles and laugh out loud moments. Meghan Quinn is certainly up there with the queens of romantic comedy and The Trade is certainly going to be on my list of best reads of 2020.
If you are looking for a fun, romantic , entertaining read look no further that this gem.



The Trade is Cory Potters story and let me start by saying that you are in for the ride of your life!
Its a wonderful book with witty banter and great friendships where support is the most important part. Underneath it all this man, baseball player extraordinaire will hook your attention from the very first page and solidify a place in your heart just as he has in mine.
Cory is the ultimate fictional boyfriend!! He’s caring, thoughtful and very private but he also is very loyal to those close to him. He has some struggles and you have to wonder, how on earth will he overcome this?? Who does he have in his corner!?
I loved every aspect of this book! I laughed, cried, swooned and sighed and wholeheartedly love a certain bromance!! Natalie is really a breath of fresh air and struggles with self worth! Can she see herself as he sees her?? How does this budding friendship progress?
Well you will just have to read it to find out what happens in this highly entertaining and beautiful story!!!



  About the Author: USA Today Bestselling Author, wife, adoptive mother, and peanut butter lover. Author of romantic comedies and contemporary romance, Meghan Quinn brings readers the perfect combination of heart, humor, and heat in every book.  

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