Twisted Twosome

We’re celebrating the release of  TWISTED TWOSOME by Meghan Quinn!




NA Romantic Comedy

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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.


Meghan Quinn brings up her brand of hilariously funny with a side of sweet that I have come to love from her.

Dare I say that Twisted Twosome is my new fav book from her. I absolutely loved it.

Racer and Georgiana these two at first seemed like complete opposites. They butt heads continually, even though they really actually need each other. It’s that butting of the heads and the insults and remarks that are spewed that had me in giggling fits through this book.

Racer was at time crass and at certain points I literally was waiting for Georgie to throw something at him and I’m talking maybe pick up one of his tools a hammer or something and straight up chuck it him. He got under her skin like no one else could as the story goes on though he literally made my heart melt with how he was towards Georgie.

Georgie well I loved the fact that she wasn’t one of those snobby, rich entitled biatches just because she comes from wealth. I loved that she wanted to do her own thing and show that she didn’t want to become that stepford trophy wife she wanted more for herself.

I loved both of these two characters, they each had their own shit to deal with for different reasons and what I found was that they happen to appear in each other’s lives at the perfect time.

And OMFG the side cast of characters I absolutely loved them. They were funny as well and had me laughing just as much as Georgie and Racer did. I think Waverly may be my favorite, I would love for her to have her own book.

This was just another great read from Meghan as I said its now my new fav.





Meghan has done it again. This story brings you everything. You go in thinking light romantic comedy. But you come out thinking and loving.. I came out crying. But that’s me.

The book is classic Meghan with it’s comedy mixed with sexy, and deep thought. Meghan is the queen of light hearted banter and comedy but as always there is the bottom line of deep thought that Meghan gives you without you even seeing it coming.

I love how easy the characters fit together. The banter between friends, the loyalty, and of course the attraction. It is there between all the characters, they are in sync completely. From those who love each other to those who can’t stand each other, they all work so perfectly together to bring this story to life.

My favourite part of this book was how you could feel the characters. When they were sad, angry, frustrated and when they felt loved.. You felt it for them. You were right there with them while they went through their personal struggles, there with them while the enjoyed the little things in life and right beside them as they showed their loyalty to eachother.

You wanted to wrap your arms around them and hold them, or strangle them, line up the prank that makes them laugh/cry or just jump in bed with them. Any option is good with me really, especially when it comes to Racer.. But I’m pretty sure that his Princess would stab me with her heels if I came anywhere close to those sexy abs.

The writing was amazing as always. The flow was seamless. It was a great evening read for me.. By that I mean I started it and read until I was finished then I was too hyped up to sleep.. A read that left you wanting more of these lovable characters but feeling complete in their story at the same time.

Then there was Meghan’s brilliance, she was able to teach you while you read and you probably didn’t even notice.. Or that was just me. But I know more words coming out of this book that I plan to throw into conversation just to say I know them.

As usual Meghan has left me without words to explain my enjoyment of this book. I truly did love Racer and his Princess. His friend, her friends and their family members, the one sou never got to meet and some of the ones you did. But there were also the family members I just didn’t want to forgive even in the end.

Seriously I’d say more but I can’t. I just want you to read this book. It’s an awesome standalone that fits in you life if you are looking for sexy ppl, loyalty, comedy and just fun. I would recommend it any day of the week.. Especially Monday, I think it could really bring your Monday around for you






“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.
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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