“It’s called living. Life is short, Georgie. You never know when your time is up, so spend every waking moment you have experiencing what life has to offer. Your clothes will dry, but your memory of this moment will live forever.”
“How can he know that this is one of the few moments when I’ve experienced life, and not done life?”
I absolutely love Meghan Quinn and will pretty much read anything she produces. I just always love her writing style, humor and the characters she creates. Twisted Twosome was no different for me; I devoured this fun, sexy and hilarious story in one sitting and loved every minute of it. If you’re a fan of romcoms that involve a brooding, sexy alpha hero and a sassy, feisty heroine, then you definitely have to check this one out. The witty banter and dialogue is some of the best I have read to date.
If you are ready to swoon beyond all belief, then you need to meet Racer and you need to meet him NOW… We first meet Racer in My Best Friends Ex as one of Tuckers friends and co-workers. He is the one who is responsible for Tucker and Emma’s HEA, and he never misses an opportunity to remind Tucker of that. Racer was arrogant, sexy and had a very smart and quick wit that I just completely fell in love with. He has also been dealt with a tough hand and was left with a substantial debt which in turn made it tough for him to make ends meet; it was a day to day struggle for him.
Not only did Racer work at the same construction company as Tucker, but he also had to take on a number of side jobs just to try to stay afloat and not drown in his over-due bills and endless debt. During one of his jobs on the side, he met the rich and spoilt ‘Princess’, Georgiana.
Georgiana comes from a very wealthy and influential family and has dreams that don’t fit into her dad’s idea of what her role in society should be. Georgiana always dreamt of one day opening up a one stop bridal shop and when her father refused to support her business idea, her brother lent her the money to get the idea off the ground.
Once Georgiana had secured the finance plus the perfect space for her store, the next step was to find the perfect contractor to refurbish the space. Madison (Georgiana’s best friend) suggested the perfect person; the hot, buff construction worker, who had spent time at her parents place restoring their pool house. Georgiana was unsure of her friend’s suggestion but she had little choice and hired Racer. Racer doesn’t get off to the best start with Georgiana. She thought Racer was rude and arrogant and Racer thought Georgiana was a self-entitled princess. Normally they would part ways, but both were in a bind and thus began their working relationship.
The practical jokes and witty banter between the two is some of the best I have read to date. There were some scenes I was laughing so hard I had tears streaming down my face. They also happened to occur during my commute to work on public transport which earned me some rather weird looks, but it was so worth it. Georgiana and Racer initially don’t admit to each other or even to themselves that there is an undeniable attraction and intense sexual tension between themselves, but eventually they have to. The more they argued, the more I knew it was only a matter of time before they would succumb to their urges.
One of the things I loved about Twisted Twosome, about Georgiana and Racer, was the fact that how they initially appeared, was not who they were at all. Racer came across as an arrogant and opinionated ass and Georgiana came across as a spoilt princess, but there was so much more to them. The more time they spend together, the more they discover they have a lot more in common than they could have ever imagined.
“All it takes is a little humanity to help you fall for another soul. And I’m falling, I’m falling hard.”
Even though there isn’t a Meghan Quinn book I haven’t enjoyed to date, I have to say this is my favorite of hers. Everything about this story just worked for me. If you’re a fan of hilarious romcoms that will not only make you laugh out loud, but will also make you feel for these characters and everything they have had to endure, then definitely pick this little treasure up. This is one story that will keep you fully engaged from start to finish… so get ready to fall in love with this Twisted Twosome.
“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.”
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.”
“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!