Friday, 24 March 2017

Blog Tour Review: CO-WRECKER by Meghan Quinn

Co-Wrecker, an all new sexy, laugh out loud

romantic comedy is available now!

Co-Wrecker by Meghan Quinn

Publication Date: March 23, 2017

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Photographer: Lauren Watson Perry


What do ice cream and Sadie Montgomery have in common? They're both ice cold, but

one taste is never enough.

I wanted to be friends — I would have even settled for her seeing me as anything but a

nerd — but there was no getting through. So just like any hard-headed, red-blooded

man out there, I made up my mind.

I’d make my coworker fall for me.

I’d like to say it was simple, but like every other epic love story, all it took was one

drunken night and a lot of naked courage to get the girl. For a moment, at least.

Love with a coworker is never simple, especially since Sadie’s trying to keep us on the

low. Not to mention her persistent ex-boyfriend who won’t leave her alone. But I’ve

never been good at giving up, and I don’t plan to start now.

The whole thing is a recipe for a rocky road, but I plan to eat the whole gallon, no matter

how bad the brain freeze.


Knowing I will probably regret this, I lift from the freezer, ice cream scraper in hand,

and jerk toward Sadie just in time to slip on some melted ice on the floor shooting me

across the fountain and straight into Sadie.

But not just Sadie; straight into her chest—her billowing, womanly chest. It’s a

satisfyingly soft cushion for my head but from her instant outrage, I’m going to guess

she’s not keen on me using her breasts as a pillow.

“What the hell are you doing?” she asks, trying to back away, difficult when I’ve got her

pinned against the counter.

Fumbling to get some kind of grasp on my falling body, scraper still in hand, I give her a

bit of motor boat—not on purpose—and muffle in her breasts, “I’m sowwy.”

“Get off me.”

“I’m twying,” I say, finally getting a grip on the counter behind her and standing tall.

Glasses askew, hat on the floor, and a smothered feeling on my face, I straighten my

apron and clear my throat. “My apologies.” Her friend is laughing, hand on her

stomach, as I push my glasses back on my nose. “Although, I’m grateful for your sturdy

bosom for catching my fall. It might have been a twisty straw to the eye, and I’m not

sure my glasses would have held up on such an impact.”

Sturdy bosom? Shit, Andrew, don’t fucking say words like bosom. And for the love of

God, don’t say a woman has a STURDY bosom. Say words like tits. Tits are more manly.

“Tits,” I mutter.

“Excuse me?” Sadie has the look of horror on her face.

Fuck, did I say that out loud?

“I think he said tits, Sadie,” her friend cuts in, thumbing through the straw holder. Yup,

I said tits out loud.

“I heard him, Smills,” Sadie mutters under her breath.

Glaring at me, looking for an answer, I shrug my shoulders, because I have nothing. No

way of digging myself out of this one. Funny how your brain can literally stop working

the minute you need it the most. Come on, old fella, kick it into high gear. Come up with

something witty, something snarky, something that will put a Band-Aid over this rather

raw and embarrassing incident.

But, good fuck. I just had my face in her chest. What man could come back quickly from that?

“Well . . .” Sadie has her arms crossed over her bosom, waiting for an answer. No. Her

arms are crossed over her breasts. Shit. Shit.

Nerves crawl up the back of my neck, igniting my ears into lava levels of heat. Crap. Just

say anything.

Clearing my throat, I pat her shoulder and say, “Sturdy tits.”

And here I thought it couldn’t get any worse, at least my hand didn’t pat down her

breast to see if her nipples were made of steel, or to see if her areolas consist of chain-

link mesh. You have to look at the positive.

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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


​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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CO-WRECKER by Meghan Quinn is a Fun and Page Turning Read. I Enjoyed reading the story so much. I Could not put it down.

I Would Highly Recommend all the readers to read the book now. It's Amazing.

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