I know I pretty much say it every time I have finished reading a story by Meghan Quinn, but I am a huge fan and love the way she writes; whether it be a full length novel or a hot and steamy novella included in an anthology, I just love her work. I just love her sense of humor and she always has the ability to make me LMAO.
Back in the Game included all the things I love to read: romance, a hot sports athlete, a single dad, humor and a kick ass heroine to boot. It didn’t even really feel like a novella because Meghan wrote with such depth, the plot seemed well thought out and the character development was flawless.
Calder is a single dad who also happens to be a professional hockey player, hence his schedule is hectic and therefore leaves him little time to spend with his daughter Shea. So whatever little Shea wants, Shea gets, even if it means dressing her daddy up in a fairy costume, wings and all, to take her out to eat. I mean it takes a really confident man to go out in public dressed as a fairy, with wings and a tiara, but anything to make his little girl smile.
When Calder accidentally slaps a woman while coming out of the men’s bathroom, instant sparks begin to fly. There is absolutely nothing not to love about this man, I mean if the costume wearing in public isn’t enough, he chooses to raise his daughter as a single dad after her mom took off and left her. Shea is the product of a one night stand and the greatest thing in Calder’s life.
I just fell in love with Rachel instantly; almost as quickly as Calder did, she is very quick witted, friendly, sweet and strong natured. I adored the fact that she had no idea Calder was a professional hockey player and fell in love with him and not who he is.
I loved Back in the Game and all the characters within, especially little Shea. Butter seriously wouldn’t melt in that girl’s mouth. I loved the chemistry and attraction between Calder and Rachel and how they just moulded together, like the missing piece to their jigsaw puzzle.
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!