Monday 12 March 2018

Blog Tour, Review & Excerpt ~ Two Wedding Crashers (Dating by Numbers #2) by Meghan Quinn

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TWO WEDDING CRASHERS (Dating by Numbers Book 2)
NA Romantic Comedy
Release: March 11, 2018

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Book Description:

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.

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Our Review:

Reviewed by Donna ~ 4 stars
***ARC received for an honest 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.”

Damn, I knew Beck’s story was going to be a good one and Meghan Quinn did not disappoint. Two Wedding Crashers is book two in the Dating by Numbers series, the first being, Three Blind Dates. Beck does appear in the first and while it is not a necessity to read this book first I can highly recommend it as it gives you a great insight into Beck and another character coming up in book three. Yes, this book was all Meghan Quinn, it was fun, I had many, many laughs but this book was also very, very deep. This book tackled a few hard subjects which made her characters honest, real and understandable. Second chances are called second chances for a reason. Everyone deserves one, it just up to them to take it, treasure it and not screw it up.

“Rylee is the first woman I’ve spoken to about my background. She’s the first woman to lift me up, to make me want to strive to be more, to be better than I already am. She’s a once-in-a-lifetime person, Zoey. Believe me, I’ve been through the gauntlet. She makes me happy and she gives me hope for a bright future. I want to hold on to that for as long as I live.”

I had tears of laughter reading this book, but I also had tears of emotion. Meghan Quinn packs an emotional punch as some tough subjects are brought to the fore and pulled at every single emotional bone in my body. Both our hero and heroine have baggage…a lot of baggage. Neither want to put themselves out there, both for different reasons, but from the moment that these two met there was a spark, a spark that our heroine tried to blow out at every opportunity, but this spark had a hero behind it that had stamina (in more ways than one), one that was determined to morph this little spark to a fully-fledged inferno.

Our heroine, Rylee, is a famous author and is suffering from the worst case of writer’s block she has ever had. Rylee has lost her mojo, in more ways than one and despair is the only constant that keeps her busy. Her author best friends stage an intervention…a trip to Key West to crash a wedding. Feeling that this could be the rejuvenation she desperately needs, Rylee reluctantly agrees and gets way more than she bargained for.

“What you had wasn’t magical vacation mode, it was deeper than that.”

Beck has always been intriguing, our leather wearing, motorcycle riding, clammed up tight, broody yet enigmatic blind date wannabe. After reading Three Blind Dates I couldn’t wait for his story. I desperately wanted to know the man behind the façade. I wanted to know what had ruined him for all other women and Meghan Quinn didn’t disappoint.

“You are a product of second chances in life, and you’re taking that second chance and turning it into something beautiful.”

The antics, the hilarity, the dialogue was simply perfect, something that Meghan Quinn never fails to deliver in any of her books. However, in this book, she brings emotion and she packs one heck of an emotional punch. The character connection was on point, these two damaged people come to life before your eyes, breathing life into one and other, yet one still caught up on what they can’t do, rather than what they can…which ultimately means the most. No unnecessary drama, fairly low on angst, but when the angst does come it is needed and only adds to this story.

“Beck wanted something different. And that something different won’t ever include me.”

I adored Beck and Rylee. These two were both fantastic characters that deserved their happy ever after and with some fantastic secondary characters this book has something for everyone. Another well written winner from Meghan Quinn.


“What brings you to Key West, Beck?”
I feel like that’s a question I should have asked a while ago but with the whole naked hotel room exposure—which I have yet to tell my friends about—and the sweatshirt burial, we haven’t had a real chance to get to know each other. Not that I’m complaining all too much. What I know about Beck so far is that he’s a gentleman and likes to have a good time, even if that means torching a sweatshirt and sending it on it’s way.
There aren’t many people I know who would stand there, hand over heart, talking about the thread count of a sweatshirt while fake crying.
The corner of my lips pull up just from the image of Beck wiping “tears” from his eyes with the back of his index finger.
“Do you want the truth, or do you want a fabricated lie that will cause you to fall madly in love with me?”
Chuckling, I answer, “Both.”
“Fair enough.” Beck pushes his foot against the sand below us, sending the hammock into a relaxing swing. “Want the truth or the lie first?”
“Hmm, how about I guess which is which.”
“Ah, things are about to get exciting.” He chuckles and rubs his hands together. “Okay, reason number one.” He clears his throat. “I’m attending a wedding this coming weekend, a wedding I wasn’t invited to, but my friend begged me to attend because he wanted to bone his wife without children around. It doesn’t make sense, but hey, I’m a good friend so here I am.”
Errr, that’s eerily familiar. I swallow a little harder than expected. There is no way he’s crashing a wedding like me. That’s only something a desperate author does in order to find signs of love again. “Okay, reason number two.”
“My sister is getting married this weekend and I’m giving her away. Our dad passed away a few years ago from a heart attack, and even though we’d been estranged for two years, she asked if I would be a part of her wedding. So here I am.”
Silently he swings us, my mind whirling with what the truth could be. Both stories were told so effortlessly, so he’s either a really good liar, or some kind of con artist. I should be scared. I should go to my hotel room right now, wishing Beck a good night, but I don’t, because I’m intrigued by this man. Behind the good looks and intelligence, there’s something beneath the surface, something dark that makes understandable the age in his weathered eyes.
Because of that, I go with option number two. It seems the most plausible, because who really crashes weddings? Only crazed women with the tendency to sit in a bush with a notepad and pen and take notes while staring at couples and listening in on their conversations.
Research and all, it comes at a high price, like spikey branches to the tush.
“Hmm, I’m going to go with reason number two.”
He nods and says, “I knew you were going to say that, but you’re pretty little self is wrong. I don’t even have a sister.”
Stunned, I prop myself up as best as I can on the loose woven thread of the hammock and stare him down. “You’re here to crash someone’s wedding?”
He winces. “Uh, yeah, kind of.”
“Unbelievable.” I shake my head in disbelief and lie back down.
“Now before you judge me and give me a lecture about RSVPing—”
“I’m not judging you.” I turn toward Beck, the hammock making the shift slightly difficult. “I’m just a little . . . surprised.”
“I don’t plan on eating any food.” He bites his bottom lip. “That’s a lie. I plan on eating a lot, but hey, I’ll bring the party to the dance floor. If anything, I’m bringing them the gift of dance, so you can’t be mad at me for that.”
“I’m not mad.” I laugh, still surprised. “I’m just trying to comprehend this.” Looking him square in the eyes, I say, “I’m here crashing a wedding as well.”
This causes Beck to sit up, his brawny chest straining the fabric of his shirt. He intently studies me, his eyes flitting back and forth until he finally asks, “You’re serious? You’re really crashing a wedding?”
I press my lips together and nod.
A sharp laugh escapes Beck as he lies down on the hammock and sends our swing into more of a frenzied movement. “I’m just going to assume, given our luck of baby puke, naked encounters—”
“I knew you saw boobs.”
“I didn’t see . . . ah hell, what’s the point? I totally saw your tits and fuck, woman, they’re hot.” I blush . . . horrendously, my face heating up along with every vein in my body. “But like I was saying, with our luck, we’re going to the same wedding.”
Clearing my throat, trying to move past the part where Beck just made my nipples harden and pop out like turkey thermometers, I lamely say, “Yeah, that would be our luck.”
“Let me guess, wedding is on Saturday at The Hemingway House.”
Cue another rush of heat to eclipse my body. “The one and only.”
He nods and lies there silently for a second before saying, “So what you’re telling me is that I have a date for the wedding Saturday night.”
Not expecting him to say that, I laugh out loud and for some reason say, “I’m wearing teal, in case you want to match and take couple pictures. You know, might as well do the whole couple thing up, right?”
This garners, a deep, low, rumble of a laugh from Beck. “Thank God I packed grey pants with a white button-down. There won’t be any kind of clashing in those couple photos.”

“Nope, not even in the slightest.”

About the Author:

Author, wife, adoptive mother, and peanut butter lover. Will dance for laughs, won’t eat anything spicy because you asked, but will squeeze boobs in replace of a hug. Grew up in Southern California (Temecula, anyone? Anyone?) lived in New York (the armpit of NY, not the city) and now resides in Colorado with my wife, son, two dogs, three cats, and my multiple book boyfriends. Loves love, anything romantic, and will die if I ever meet Tom Hanks. Yay, books!

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