We’re celebrating the release of CO-WRECKER by Meghan Quinn!
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.
Holy cheese and crackers, was Co-Wrecker ever funny!!! I laughed out loud so many times that my husband thought that I was losing my mind! It was so much more then the laughter though. It had a sad back story, a love triangle, heartbreak and the jokes, all wrapped up in one wonderful package.
Can we just talk about Andrew? If this boy were real life I think I would be in total love. As it is, I am in lust over a fictional character. A hot nerd that is funny and an animal in bed? Sign me up!!!! Gah, he is everything!!!!
Sadie, well, she made me sad. So much has happened to her and she got lost in the mires of her grief but I am so happy that she found Andrew to show her light again. It takes a really long time because this girl can hang on with her nails to the dark, but he shows her laughter and passion can take away the pain.
I freaking love everything that Meghan Quinn writes. Seriously, she could scribble on toilet paper and I would worship it. Read Co-Wrecker now!!!!!!
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!
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