Here’s the thing, I officially crown Meghan Quinn as the Queen of owning my heart in this crazy book world we live in.
Why you ask? Let me say this, her writing, it captures me, it wrecks me, breaks me, beats me down and puts me back together. Her writing takes my heart hostage. These last few stories I have read by her, the Blue Line Duet especially, she completely screwed and manipulated my thoughts and feelings. So with saying this, Miss Quinn don’t you dare do that again in the second installment in this series. I am begging you to please be nice to my heart and keep it in tact
My heart is in my feet right now. I fell in love with this man in the Blue Line Duet. I adored him, wanted nothing but the best for him. He didn’t get it. He didn’t win at happiness. He lost the girl. And now he has the chance at getting a second chance at happiness and the love that he craves. But, BUT, it isn’t with WHO I want it to be. I’m selfish. And of course this brilliant author is spinning this amazing story with so many possibilities in book two that is coming up for this duet. This isn’t a threesome, there isn’t cheating, there isn’t anything inappropriate going on, this is simply just best friends that have the rarest love ever.
These two fast made best friends have a connection that many long to have with someone. Their friendship, the trust, the connection, the closeness, it’s just so simple. I love them together. But there is Sage….. yes there is Sage.
I’m on to book 2 to see how this whirlwind of a story ends……..
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!