Two Wedding Crashers by Meghan Quinn
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 usually find myself flying across the country to crash a wedding in the name of research; dress, makeup–dark spot removal creams (probably purchased after reading the likes of Gundry Dark Spot Diminisher reviews on the web), eyeliners, lipsticks–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.
Tera’s 5 Blush Review
I adore Meghan Quinn and all the stories she writes. She writes amazingly hilarious stories and stories that make you feel so good inside. All with a section that is sure to rip your heart out.
In Two Wedding Crashers, Beck meets Rylee and the chemistry is perfection. They are fun and hilarious and you just wish you could jump in and join them. They meet in Key West to crash a wedding. But as feelings grow, leaving the fun and emotions in Key West proves to be hard.
“Sometimes you have to take a chance on something that makes you happy, regardless of the unknown.”
I love the way Meghan can write not only a sexy rom-com, but also add just the right amount of a back story to bring one to tears. Her characters are always so real to life and always leaves one wanting more. Even her secondary characters are amazing.
This has been a great series, and I can’t wait to see where she takes #teamjock.
Louisa’s 4.5 Blush Review
This book is the 2nd in a series but can be read as a standalone, but I ABSOLUTELY loved book one – Three Blind Dates. We meet Beck in that book.
Sometimes I just need a book that consumes my day and Two Wedding Crashers was that book for me this past weekend. I loved every damn second of it.
Meghan Quinn had me laughing out loud, a bit hot and bothered and a bit teary eyed at times. This book is the perfect combination of romance and comedy.
A romance author who’s lost her groove and a slightly “broken” man who is an artist and philanthropist, giving his time to others, meet by chance and then the sparks fly (well – the vomit flies first). From the banter with her friends to her banter with Beck, Rylee is one of my new favorite book heroines.
“I’m just unsure of what this is between us, Beck. Whatever it is, I’m not good at it.”
“You don’t have to be good at it, Saucey, you just have to be present. The good happens along the way.”
There is some serious sexy going on (amazing build up and even more amazing “bang”. If you have read Meghan Quinn before this is what you expect from her. Some sweet, some sexy AF and some swoony moments are what I love when reading a Meghan Quinn book.
“You make me a better man,…you give me hope, Rylee”
There is a past for both Rylee and Beck that is causing some hesitance on both their parts, but this layer just gives the story that much more depth. Watching these two go from strangers, to friends, to lovers what such a ride, I didn’t want it to ever end.
Another book from Meghan Quinn to add to my list of favorites!
Chills scream their way down my arms and legs, my nipples pucker, and just like that, with one word, all humor vanishes from our little conversation and awareness of this all-consuming man wrapped around me hits me hard.
Gathering myself, I say, “Tell me something Chris and Justine know about you.”
“Hmm.” His thumbs hook under the waistband of my shorts, playing with the lower part of my hipbones. His touch spurs on my pelvis, needing to rock, begging for him to go lower. My toes curl in my sandals and my back slightly arches, reaching for more. “Something they know about me.”
His mouth doesn’t stray from its position against my ear, and his hips start to slowly move underneath me, his legs tangling with mine. Involuntarily, one of my hands hooks the back of his neck as I hold on tightly to him, feeling like I need support from the onslaught of sensation I’m feeling.
I hear him say something, but it doesn’t register in my brain, which has turned to mush as his thumbs stray from my hipbones to right above my pubic bone.
There is no denying how turned on I am, how wet I am from his mere touch, how much-despite my reservations-I want this man.
With each stroke, my head turns farther and farther to the side until our noses are touching, Beck’s head bends forward to meet me halfway. My eyes flutter shut for a brief moment before I open them and am captured by those flecks of green and gold.
The air stills around us, our breath mixing, swirling between us, our lips so close.
One swipe of this thumb.
I can’t breathe.
I can’t focus.
Another swipe, my head leans even closer, my tongue wetting my lips.
One more swipe . . .
My heart hammers in my chest, my skin prickling with awareness.
Beck brings his mouth even closer, only a whisper away now, and he waits.
His breathing feeling erratic beneath me.
And I’m gone.
I bring my mouth to his, slowly parting my lips ever so slightly, just enough to maneuver my mouth across his.
A low, provocative moan escapes Beck as one of his hands snags the back of my head and holds me in place, almost as if he lets go, I’ll disappear.
Needing more, I shift on his lap so I’m straddling him once again, my hands on his bare chest, feeling the powerful sinew that holds him together.
Our lips press and mold, mingling, taking, begging . . .
Beck’s tongue runs against my bottom lip, eliciting a moan from deep within me, lighting a fire so hot, so wild, my hands start to travel up his neck to his cheeks where I grip him, positioning his head so when I open my mouth, I can expertly dive my tongue onto his.
He groans, his lap shifting against mine now, his hard-on pressing against my wet and throbbing center. I match his rocking, using my position on his lap to take advantage of his length I can feel through his board shorts.
This is exactly what I didn’t want to happen, but God, am I happy it has. Maybe I really should live in the moment, maybe I should take advantage of the opportunity, maybe I should…
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!