Thursday, August 10, 2017

Twisted Twosome by Meghan Quinn Blog Tour

From the first day I met Racer McKay, I knew our interaction was going to be incredibly brief. First impressions really do matter and unfortunately, I didn’t make a very good one.

At the time, I didn’t think much of it. I was never going to see this man again, right?

Wrong! When I’m met with the opportunity of a lifetime, there is only one man in the state of New York who can assist me. And can you guess who it is?

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.

So, we reluctantly join forces.

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 standalone romantic comedy.

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“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.

Reviews by the Wicked Reads Review Team

I’m writing this review on the fly and I apologize that it won’t be as well-thought out as my reviews normally are, but real-life has gotten in the way recently and I’ll just say that Mother Nature has been in a foul mood as of late and leave it at that. With that said, curling up with Twisted Twosome made it easier to endure her temper tantrum because in usual Quinn style, I laughed, I cried, and I fell in love with Racer McKay as he fell in love with Georgiana.

I loved the banter between Racer and Georgie. It was clear that in the beginning, despite the slight her father delivered, Georgie needed a major reality check and Racer’s refusal to kowtow to her was perfect. What starts off as antagonism between two people who need each other professionally – and hates that fact – gradually morphs into a hesitant friendship as each learns that the other isn’t the stereotype they’ve believed them to be. Yes, Georgie definitely has her moments, but as Racer learns more about her and the chain of events that forced her to hire him to renovate her shop, he realizes that despite her money, he had it far better because he grew up with a father who loved and supported him. [And I’ll just insert that I LOATHED Georgie’s father, so, well done on that front, Quinn.] I also enjoyed how Georgie discovered that Racer wasn’t just a pretty face (despite the strip tease, lol) and that his working construction was a family tradition that didn’t serve as an indicator of his intelligence. I particularly enjoyed it when he whipped out his… big words (my, you’ve got a filthy mind) and showed that he had an appreciation for words like she did. And while the word nerd in me didn’t know any of the words from Georgie’s journal, I loved that I got to add to my vocabulary in such a heartfelt and entertaining way.

As much as I enjoyed Twisted Twosome, Racer and Georgie’s banter and pranks, and Racer calling Georgie’s father out on his outdated, misogynistic b/s, I’m not sure this is a book I’ll reread, hence the 4-star rating instead of five. I can’t put my finger on it because I laughed, I cried, I fanned myself, I mumbled “Punch him, punch him!”, and I cheered when Georgie had her come to Jesus meeting, and yet, something was missing for me that would secure this book a spot on my reread list – which is, ultimately, the difference between a 4-star read and a 5-star read for me. With that said, I’d snatch up another book featuring Racer and Georgie or any of their friends because I thoroughly enjoyed spending time with them. And I gotta give props to Quinn for the outstanding prank phone call. Even knowing about such calls and the constant pranking between the two, I fell for it right alongside Georgie. Well played, Ms. Quinn, well played.

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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Reviewers on the Wicked Reads Review Team were provided a free copy of Twisted Twosome by Meghan Quinn to read and review for this tour.

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