Tuesday 1 November 2016

Release Day Blitz, Excerpt & Review Stroked Hard (Stroked #3) by Meghan Quinn

Scheduled to release: November 1, 2016
Sports Romance
Cover Designed by: Indie Solutions by Murphy Rae

Book Description:

He’s hot. Like, stop breathing kind of hot with his killer body, vivid blue eyes, and constant five o’clock shadow. 

Did I mention his body? 

Watching Hollis Knightly, Olympic diving gold medalist, man-pony specialist—and cocky bastard—stand up on the diving platform in nothing but a small piece of Spandex? Yeah, I’m beguiled. 

And easily seduced. 

I want to keep things light but he won’t leave me alone. And hell, if he’s not wearing me thin. 

What is supposed to be a simple summer fling with a very hot man, has now morphed into a f*cked-up mess of feelings, attachment, and dare I say it…love. But I don’t do relationships. And Hollis Knightly does.

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Reviewed by Donna ~ 4.5 stars
***ARC received for an honest review***

“Let’s make fiction become a reality for us. I’m in, are you?”

One thing I always know when I pick up a Meghan Quinn book is I’m going to laugh…a lot, I’m going to love…a lot and definitely swoon…a lot. Throughout this Stroked series Meghan Quinn has already produced two drool worthy heroes and now she delivers a third and definitely saves her best till last.

“And lastly, to the finger that pressed on my perineum, may your digit forever be plated in gold for making my dick grow an extra two inches. God bless you, finger, God bless you.”

Hollis Knightly is a two times Olympic gold medallist for ten metre diving and is currently training to compete in his third. Hollis at first glance is a cheeky chappie, who oozes, charm, self-confidence and sex appeal. He has abs to die for and packs a mean budgie in his smugglers. He knows he could have his pick of any woman should he be so inclined, but our Hollis is a romantic at heart. Hollis is a relationship man, he doesn’t play the field and when he loves, he loves hard. He reads romance novels on his kindle, he is at home with Nicholas Sparks, has a heart of gold and is humble with it. Hollis was perfect…if any woman could design a man, Hollis would be a prime example, there was nothing not to love about him.

“Now if only I could get your heart in my hands, then I would be golden.”

Hollis was an old soul, with his own ideals when it comes to relationships. When he goes in, he goes all in and gives the object of his desires his all. Hollis doesn’t give up, he has tenacity and staying power, he is driven and focused, but never to the point of being an asshole. Hollis comes from a loving family and has a twin sister, he aspires to have the same as his parents and they were fantastic role models for love and marriage. When Hollis first meets Melony he is enamoured, Melony was the opposite of his norm, but there was something about her that Hollis was completely smitten with but she makes him work for it. Hollis has his own ghosts too and it was sad, yet heart-warming to see his vulnerable side too.

“Don’t think too much, just feel.”

Melony was Bellini’s make-up artist, the long suffering “Melon” that only put up with her crap for the money. Melony has her own ideas and aspirations for her own make-up line and her long suffering stint with Bellini was a means to an end…to fund her future. Melony is a walking advert for “daddy issues” and is completely jaded when it comes to men, love and relationships. Melony has abandonment issues, her heart is extremely guarded and she is a tough nut to crack, but underneath that hardened shell was a woman that was desperate to be loved, even if she couldn’t see it in the first instance.

“I’m everything he ever wished for…Then why do I feel so damn broken?”

The chase is long and the chase is hard and Hollis needs every weapon in his arsenal to break down the fortress that is Melony. However, our Hollis does romance, he has books worth of knowledge and pulls out every stop to achieve what he wants…Melony to love him. For Hollis, the attraction was instant but it takes Melony time to warm up, yes, she couldn’t deny he was the epitome of perfection to look at, but for Melony to take that chance she needed to know the man underneath the abs and why she took so long to succumb to the inevitable was testament to the damage that her father had left her with.

“Cherish his heart, you will want to use it for protection over yours.”

As with any Meghan Quinn book the banter was spot on, side splitting hilarious and tear inducing, this woman knows how to pen a rom com. While her humour is in the gutter at times, that is where mine resides too and this is definitely why I always relate to her stories. But this book is so much more than the witty one liners and Hollis’s ego. Hollis is one of the most swoon worthy heroes I have read about in a long time and he will have your heart and panties melting with his sigh inducing repertoire. But Hollis has the hugest of hearts and the fact that he wasn’t a player was so refreshing. He has only ever had relationships and only a few at that. While Melony’s hang ups were a tad exhausting at times I could understand where she was coming from. I can see her being a hard character to warm up to for some, but please give her a chance. Another fantastic book from Meghan Quinn and I for one cannot wait to read the next one.


He’s hot. Like, stop breathing kind of hot with his killer body, vivid blue eyes, and constant five o’clock shadow.

Did I mention his body?

Watching Hollis Knightly, Olympic diving gold medalist, man-pony specialist—and cocky bastard—stand up on the diving platform in nothing but a small piece of Spandex? Yeah, I’m beguiled.
And easily seduced.

I want to keep things light but he won’t leave me alone. And hell, if he’s not wearing me thin.

What is supposed to be a simple summer fling with a very hot man, has now morphed into a f*cked-up mess of feelings, attachment, and dare I say it…love. But I don’t do relationships. And Hollis Knightly does.

A joke about Reese getting his makeup done is on the tip of my tongue when I turn to see a little brunette with sun-kissed hair, beautifully bronzed skin, and the biggest fucking green eyes I’ve ever seen standing behind Reese. 

Holy shit. 

The hottest fucking woman I’ve ever seen is standing behind him wearing ripped jean shorts, a tight-as-hell white tank top, and teal Converse. Her hair is shoulder length, wavy, and looks so fucking soft that all I want to do is bury my head in it. But what’s really causing my pants to grow tighter by the minute are her pink-glossed plump lips. I’m mesmerized by the way the lights bounce off them and I can’t fucking help the way my mind wanders, wondering all the ways I can have fun with those lips. 

“Are you coming, man?” Reese asks as he walks away.

What? Oh shit. 

“Sure. You need me to hold your hand like last time?” I ask, chasing after them. “I don’t mind, but when the scary blow dryer comes at you again, I won’t be cleaning your inner thighs again from pee dribble. I did it once and it was fucking creepy. Never again.”

I don’t get a response besides the middle finger directed at me from behind his back.

Reese sits in a black chair, his large body making the poor seat look like a toothpick. He exhales and slouches as Miss Pouty Lips starts to play around with his hair. 

Jealousy instantly consumes me. I want to blast my best friend from his seat and take his place just to experience the feel of her pink painted nails running through my hair. 

Are her toes painted pink as well? Or does she have them painted a different shade? Fuck, I don’t care, either way I’m hell-bent on figuring it out. 

“Do you have dryland later today or do you want to grab dinner?” Reese asks, pulling my eyes off her fingers for a second. 

“Are you paying?”

“Cheap fuck.”

I shrug. “I save my money for more important things, like dates.” The girl looks up at me and gives me a courtesy smile. Eh, I’ll take it. “Dude, you’re so fucking rude.”

“What did I do?” Reese asks. 

“Uh, you didn’t introduce me to your friend.” I nod at the girl. 

“Because I don’t even know her name.” Reese looks a little ashamed as he admits his fault. 

I come closer and say, “Then you are fucking rude.” I hold my hand out. “Hi, I’m Hollis and this is my rude as fuck friend, Reese.”

The girl shakes my hand quickly, giving me a brief taste of how her palm would match up with mine. “Melony. Nice to meet you.”

“Melony, what a beautiful name.”

Reese snorts, right between us. Not in an awkward kind of a way, more in a dude’s blowing up my game kind of way. 

He sits back in his chair and crosses his arms over his chest. “Oh shit, this is going to be good.”

Ignoring him, I keep my attention focused on Melony. “Do you frequent these shoots often?”

Another snort. “That’s the best you got?” Reese asks. “Come on, man. You’re better than the old ‘you come around here often’ pick-up line.”

He’s right, but fuck, I’m kind of thrown off my game a little. It’s the glossiness of her lips; they’re distracting me. Would that gloss help her slide right along my dick? 

Melony ignores Reese’s barb and says, “I do all hair and makeup for the show, mostly for Bellini.”

Conversation door open. 

“Oh shit, and you haven’t been burnt by dragon lady’s spitting fire yet?”

She flips her hair to the side and grins at me. “Why do you think my hair is short?”

Fuck. I like her. Just like that. The sexy grin, the flip of her soft hair, the mischief in her eyes. Yup, I’m a fucking goner. 

But just as soon as the words slip from her mouth, she straightens up and looks at Reese. “Oh crap. I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry, Mr. King. Bellini is . . .” she swallows hard and continues, “a nice lady.”

Reese waves it off. “She can be a bitch.”

It’s all he says but I know what he really means. Bellini is the epitome of the devil reincarnated. Unfortunately, given his situation, he has to be politically correct. Frankly I don’t know why he’s putting himself through this kind of torture. Trials aren’t for six months; you would think his publicist could come up with something else for him to do after his last stint at the Olympics. If I were him, I would fire my publicist’s ass. 

“Reese, can you spare a moment over here for a second?” a squirrely man I know by the name of Jasper asks. Reese excuses himself giving me the perfect opportunity to talk with Melony. 

She’s washing some makeup brushes, busying herself and staying as far away from me as possible. Too bad for her, I have other plans. 

“Where are you from, Melony?” She glances in my direction but turns back to her brushes. 

“Here,” she says curtly. 

“Born and raised a Cali girl, huh? That’s—”

“I’m going to stop you right there.” She holds her hand up. “I see where this is going.”

“And where is this going?” I ask, stepping closer to her. 

She gives me the once-over and puts her hand on her hip. “You say some cheesy stuff trying to get to know me. To be polite, I’ll entertain you and then you’ll ask me out. I’ll say no and then you’ll take that as a challenge.”

I scrunch my nose. “You would say no?” That’s kind of a first for me, so I’m interested to hear her answer. 

“Not used to the word? Does the Olympic diver always get what he wants?”

“Ah, so you know who I am.” I knowingly point at her. “I knew you did from the way you tried to see through my shirt. Don’t worry, sweetheart, the abs everyone talks about are real.”

She scoffs. “You’re pathetic.”

Well, that’s a first as well. 

“Are you trying to make me cry?” I tease. 

Rolling her eyes, she steps away, putting unwanted distance between us. “Seriously, not going to happen, Hollis, so pack up your pick-up lines and take them somewhere else.”

“Wow.” I rest my hip against one of the tables full of beauty shit and cross my arms over my chest. “Flatter yourself much? Who says I was even trying to pick you up? What if I was just trying to be nice? That’s kind of embarrassing for you, assuming such a thing.”

“Please, Hollis. Nice try. It’s not going to happen.”

Growing irritated, I ask, “And why not?”

“Because.” She points a makeup brush at me. “You’re not my type and I have zero interest in pursuing a relationship with you.” With that, she fucking wags her pert little ass away from me. 

Well, fuck me. That didn’t go as planned.

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Stroked (Book One)

Book Description:

Reese King: Olympic medalist, underwear model, Greek god. 

His body is chiseled from rock, sculpted by the weight room, and refined by water. 

On a daily basis his skin is completely bare for everyone to see, tan and defined, only covered up by a minuscule piece of spandex. There is no denying his sex appeal. 

I hate to admit it, but I’m head over heels infatuated with him. 

There is one HUGE problem though. His achingly gorgeous abs, inked up arm, and cocky swagger belong to my boss, the high-profile, reality star bitch from hell and certified heinous human being, Bellini Chambers. 

What I think is going to be an easy job assisting a glorified wench turns into a cluster f*ck of epic proportions.

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Stroked Long (Book Two)

Book Description:

From his dirty-blond hair and breathtaking smile, to the abs from heaven and the irresistible V in his waistline, everything about Bodi Olympic-gold-medalist Banks screams hot piece of @$$. 

Yet there’s more. 

Dark shadows lurk behind his soulful, serious eyes. 

I’m enamored. He’s captured me. 

How can running an art foundation with Bodi Banks turns into a slow-burning, epic romance, even though he tries to push me away at every chance? How can I stay away from a broken, routine-driven man whose soul cries to be forgiven for a crime only he believes he committed? Or is that a lie? 

**STROKED LONG can be read as a stand alone.

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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!

Visit my website: http://authormeghanquinn.com/

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