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Co-Wrecker by Meghan Quinn Publication Date: March 23, 2017
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Photographer: Lauren Watson Perry
What do ice cream and Sadie Montgomery have in common? They're both ice cold, but one taste is never enough.
I wanted to be friends — I would have even settled for her seeing me as anything but a nerd — but there was no getting through. So just like any hard-headed, red-blooded man out there, I made up my mind.
I’d make my coworker fall for me.
I’d like to say it was simple, but like every other epic love story, all it took was one drunken night and a lot of naked courage to get the girl. For a moment, at least.
Love with a coworker is never simple, especially since Sadie’s trying to keep us on the low. Not to mention her persistent ex-boyfriend who won’t leave her alone. But I’ve never been good at giving up, and I don’t plan to start now.
The whole thing is a recipe for a rocky road, but I plan to eat the whole gallon, no matter how bad the brain freeze.
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Reviewed by Donna ~ 4 stars
***ARC received for an honest review***
“…that’s the problem with shame. Shame doesn’t like company. Shame’s not something that likes to be shared.”
Meghan Quinn’s ability to make me laugh holds no bounds, this author just has to type the word “the” and I’m laughing…seriously though, Meghan Quinn is just a natural when it comes to romantic comedy. After reading Co-Wrecker I will never look at baseboards, a marriage proposal, liberal Europeans, ice-cream and bats without bursting out laughing, seriously I had floods of tears, but tears from hysterical laughter. This was the perfect book at the perfect time, laughs were desperately needed and Meghan Quinn more than delivered.
“She lost her socks. Couldn’t find them.”
“Oh yeah? ...Did you search her vagina well enough? Or are you going to take a second look?”
I love a geek, especially a glasses wearing geek, I was one…once…but nowhere near as attractive or outgoing as Andrew. Despite his passion for calculators, Derek Jeter and Tron our Andrew has personality. Andrews personality was infectious, his innate wit and comedic timing was perfect and the dialogue was sincere yet cheeky. I loved everything about Andrew, there was nothing to hate, he was the kind of character that you just click with, he rubs off on you, in all the right ways (wink wink).
“He’s kind, sweet, handsome, smart, and has a good head on his shoulders. He’s a four-leaf clover in a field of weeds; you don’t let men like him slip through your fingers.”
Sadie is a woman that came from a rough background yet made the most of it. Sadie was extremely intelligent, was valedictorian, got a scholarship to Cornel…until she gave it up. Sadie had her reasons and now she finds herself just existing. Sadie has lost her smiles, lost her personality and has turned into a bristly, cough syrup drinking, sour puss that needs to find her true self once again.
“Within twenty-four hours, he’s firmly placed himself in my life when I believed there were no vacancies.”
Andrew and Sadie’s paths cross when Andrew takes a summer job at the restaurant where Sadie works. Training newbies is Sadie’s idea of hell, even if they are decent eye candy. While there is plenty of candy in the toppings they find themselves using every day, the only candy these two are interested in is each other. Sadie has baggage, trust issues and is closed off. Andrew is persistent, compassionate, understanding but sometimes that is not enough, sometimes tough love is the only love.
“I love you, Andrew, but you’ve never been able to be just friends with a girl. You always hand over your heart.”
Andrew and Sadie were perfect for one and other, they complemented one and other but Andrew was far from a settler, he didn’t want a piece of Sadie, he wanted all of her. I adored Andrew for forcing Sadie to love herself first and foremost, to sort herself and her issues out. Meghan Quinn delivers a book littered with some fantastic side characters that all had their parts to play. I loved Tucker and he was another guy with a huge heart and I would love to see him get his happy ever after, the guy deserves it.
In summary, this was a cute, swoon-worthy romance that was light on angst and huge in heart. Hilarious in places and sensitive when needed. Another winner from Meghan Quinn.
Knowing I will probably regret this, I lift from the freezer, ice cream scraper in hand, and jerk toward Sadie just in time to slip on some melted ice on the floor shooting me across the fountain and straight into Sadie.
But not just Sadie; straight into her chest—her billowing, womanly chest. It’s a satisfyingly soft cushion for my head but from her instant outrage, I’m going to guess she’s not keen on me using her breasts as a pillow.
“What the hell are you doing?” she asks, trying to back away, difficult when I’ve got her pinned against the counter.
Fumbling to get some kind of grasp on my falling body, scraper still in hand, I give her a bit of motor boat—not on purpose—and muffle in her breasts, “I’m sowwy.”
“Get off me.”
“I’m twying,” I say, finally getting a grip on the counter behind her and standing tall. Glasses askew, hat on the floor, and a smothered feeling on my face, I straighten my apron and clear my throat. “My apologies.” Her friend is laughing, hand on her stomach, as I push my glasses back on my nose. “Although, I’m grateful for your sturdy bosom for catching my fall. It might have been a twisty straw to the eye, and I’m not sure my glasses would have held up on such an impact.”
Sturdy bosom? Shit, Andrew, don’t fucking say words like bosom. And for the love of God, don’t say a woman has a STURDY bosom. Say words like tits. Tits are more manly.
“Tits,” I mutter.
“Excuse me?” Sadie has the look of horror on her face.
Fuck, did I say that out loud?
“I think he said tits, Sadie,” her friend cuts in, thumbing through the straw holder. Yup, I said tits out loud.
“I heard him, Smills,” Sadie mutters under her breath.
Glaring at me, looking for an answer, I shrug my shoulders, because I have nothing. No way of digging myself out of this one. Funny how your brain can literally stop working the minute you need it the most. Come on, old fella, kick it into high gear. Come up with something witty, something snarky, something that will put a Band-Aid over this rather raw and embarrassing incident.
But, good fuck. I just had my face in her chest. What man could come back quickly from that?
“Well . . .” Sadie has her arms crossed over her bosom, waiting for an answer. No. Her arms are crossed over her breasts. Shit. Shit.
Nerves crawl up the back of my neck, igniting my ears into lava levels of heat. Crap. Just say anything.
Clearing my throat, I pat her shoulder and say, “Sturdy tits.”
And here I thought it couldn’t get any worse, at least my hand didn’t pat down her breast to see if her nipples were made of steel, or to see if her areolas consist of chain-link mesh. You have to look at the positive.
About the Author:
A BLONDE AT HEART 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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