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Review and Excerpt Tour: Two Wedding Crashers by Meghan Quinn

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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.

My Review

“Sometimes, you have to hold on to the things that tried to tear you down, because it’s good to be reminded why you’re going to succeed. “

“There is nothing that’s going to get in my way of taking what I want. And what I want us you, Rylee. I want all of you, all night. It’s going to happen,  the only question is….when.”

“Love doesn’t come around very often, Rylee. When you feel it, there is only one thing you can do: fall head over heels.”

Two Wedding Crashers is a fun, flirty and sexy romantic comedy. From entertaining characters to awesome secondary ones, to a plot that will have you laughing out loud and swooning all at the same time; Two Wedding Crashers is the perfect read to spend you day getting lost in.

Two Wedding Crashers follows the story of Rylee and Beck. Rylee is this awesome writer who writes the steamy reads we all enjoy. The one problem, she’s got writers block and a huge deadline. So, when her best friend suggests crashing a wedding, this might just be what she needs to get her creative juices flowing. What she never planned on, was fellow wedding crasher, Beck. Beck is a total guys, guy. He’s sexy, can have any woman he wants, but is in a total rut. So, listening to his best friend, he decides crashing a wedding might be what he needs to get his life on track. Beck is everything she never knew she was looking for. Their chance meeting knocked them both off their feet. Add in some exciting sightseeing, some hilarious encounters and smokin hot chemistry, and you’ve got a recipe for one terrific read!

Two Wedding Crashers was such a refreshing read. It took me by surprise in the best possible way. I never saw Beck and Rylee’s story coming. Sure there were a ton of laugh out loud moments, but there is so much more to this story that meets the eye. This story is so beautiful and main characters have endured their own share of heartache, I couldn’t help but root for these two to find their happily ever after. Their fling was supposed to fun and sexy, but had a time limit. Only the connection these two shared refused to fizzle out. I loved watching Rylee and Beck navigate their way through all the obstacles life threw at them. And couldn’t wait to see how their story would play out.

Two Wedding Crashers is an emotional romantic comedy that knocked me off my feet. This story was nothing like I thought it was going to be and I enjoyed every single second. Two Wedding Crashers is a heartwarming romantic comedy. It is a story of healing and learning from your mistakes. It’s about taking chances and listening to your heart. An enjoyable read that will have you laughing out loud and that will take your emotions for one heck of a ride….

*I was provided an ARC copy of this book, in exchange for an honest review*

EXCERPT

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…

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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