Saturday, 19 May 2018

Blog Tour, Review & Excerpt ~ One Baby Daddy (Dating by Numbers #3) by Meghan Quinn

     

One Baby Daddy is LIVE!!! and is my FAVE of this series!!!

    

Book Description:

"What are you doing now that your team is out of the running for the Stanley Cup?"

Forget.

I need to forget. I need an escape.

Only one person isn't falling for my reputation as the NHL's Golden Boy; she captured my attention the minute she called me out for snooping through my best friend's house. She didn't want to hear my reason--she only wanted to playfully give me a hard time.

Adalyn is bold, sassy--and the perfect escape.

She's everywhere. In town and in my dreams, and suddenly I need to spend every waking moment with her.

And I do, making this summer the best off-season I've ever had.

But in the midst of getting lost in Adalyn, what I don't expect is to get her pregnant. 


And what I definitely don't expect is having to fight for her affection.

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Our Review:

Reviewed by Donna ~ 5 stars
***ARC received for an honest review***


“Damn the dick. Damn all the dicks.”


One Baby Daddy is my favourite of this series and Meghan Quinn really delivered on the heart and emotion of this book. I had quite a few tears as I gobbled this story up as my heart was so invested in this couple and the hope that despite their differences they could make a go of it. Meghan Quinn did not disappoint, Hayden Holmes was perfect in Three Blind Dates, but she blew him out the water in this book. I am sure he will be the top of many a book boyfriend list and many hearts will be swooning as his story is finally told.


“If I never get to win back your heart again, at least I’ll have a piece of it in the child we share.”


Hayden Holmes was our ice hockey player that went on a date with Noely but was still wrapped up in the woman that had left him behind. Hayden was pure, absolute perfection, there was nothing I didn’t love about him. He was kind, compassionate, considerate, generous and he took love seriously. He treasured his heart and didn’t give it away freely. He wanted to make sure he was making the right decisions, he wanted a relationship based on similarities, personality and connection, not what connected between the sheets. I adored this about him and he certainly goes against the grain of traditional hockey romances that grace our kindles.

Adalyn was a little harder to love by the end of the book, but I did understand her misguided reasons and for those that hate “miscommunication” she may end up being a character you will begin to hate. However, I understood why and gave her the benefit of the doubt, knowing that the considerate person that she is would come to the top eventually. While some of her choices annoyed me, I knew that Meghan wouldn’t let me down in turning her character around, and she didn’t.


“Don’t say anything, I don’t need an answer. I need a chance.”


But what this book does bring to the table is a lot of love, a few tears and a lot of emotion. Meghan Quinn tugged at every heart string with this book in parts and had me laughing out loud in others. That is what I adore about this author, she constantly delivers a well-balanced book and places little comedic moments with perfect timing. I loved the banter, I loved the dialogue, I loved the secondary characters whom most we have all met before. The camaraderie and the friendships play a huge part in this book and the message that it represented was incredibly well received.


“You’re the man I want but can’t have. The man I need to stay as far away from as possible, because there is no doubt in my mind, you’re the man who can break me, and with a baby on the way, I can’t be broken. I need to be strong.”


One again, Meghan Quinn has written a winner in my book and despite our shaky heroine it represented real feelings, real knee jerk reactions and real fears. I loved this book and didn’t want to leave this couple and their friends behind. Loved it!!

Excerpt:

“Would you mind zipping up the back of my dress?” She walks toward me, her flowery scent floating in my direction, spiking my yearning into overdrive.
“Uh, yeah . . . sure.”
She turns around, and looks over her shoulder. The back of her dress is completely open, the zipper undone to just above the curve of her beautifully round ass.
Shit, all that smooth, tan skin, covered by nothing but the velvety fabric of the dress. Is she wearing underwear? She’s not wearing a bra and I see no panty line.
Clearing my throat, I ask, “Are you wearing underwear, Adalyn?”
From over her shoulder, she smiles shyly. “Yes, it’s small though.”
Of course it is. Why wouldn’t it be?
Not being able to stop myself, I take a second to float my fingertips up her spine. From the initial touch, her back arches and a small gasp releases from her lips, but before I can think about stopping, she melts into my touch. Stepping closer, I place my hand on the back of her hip, my thumb pressing into her ass while the other hand explores the bare expanse of her back. Her head falls to my shoulder. Her lips part, and when I snake to the front of her dress, her breath hitches.
Eyes closed, I take in ragged breaths, my fingers inching closer and closer to her front, my cock painfully hard.
It’s been so goddamn long—and being with Adalyn has only spurred on my need—but I want to make sure we’re in a good place before we commit to anything. I want to make sure she’s ready emotionally because the minute I bury myself deep inside her, I know there will be no turning back. She will be mine forever.
But maybe for now, I can just have a little touch . . .
My cock pressed against her butt, she expertly grinds her backside into me, her hands moving to my neck, pulling my head down to hers. I kiss the side of her neck, using the hand that’s gripping her hips to guide her with her grinding in just the right place.
Fuck, that feels good.
I grunt, the sound vibrating over her sleek neck. My hand on her stomach, she arches wanting more of my touch, silently asking me to move north.
And I fucking comply. Inch by slow inch, I guide my hand to just below her breasts. When I halt my pursuit, a displeased groan escapes her.
“Hayden, please.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to find the willpower. Her fingernails dig into my scalp, spurring me on as she turns her head and finds my lips.
She kisses me.
Hot.
Wet.
Needy.
Her lips gliding across mine, her tongue diving into my mouth, her moans are vocal and sexy. Her delicious ass, pressing, grinding, undulating against my rock-hard cock makes me want to do so much more, makes me want to taste so much more.
Moving my hand higher, my fingertips graze the bottom of her breast. Soft. Round. Smooth. I caress her right below her nipple, never touching, just teasing . . . tempting. 

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! 

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