Thursday, June 8, 2017

Blog Tour: Mt Best Friend's Ex by Meghan Quinn


My Best Friend’s Ex, an all new sexy, laugh out loud romantic comedy from Meghan Quinn is available now!


My Best Friend’s Ex by Meghan Quinn
Publication Date: June 1st, 2017

Genre: Contemporary Romance


When I found an eviction notice taped on my apartment door, I had two options: find a comfortable cardboard box to call home, or move in with Tucker Jameson.
Seeing that cardboard makes me feel itchy, I chose the latter. Which shouldn't be that big of a deal since Tucker is one of my good friends. And because he's still pining after his ex-girlfriend and I'm trying to finish my nursing degree, there is nothing to worry about in the romance department, making my last semester an easy one to conquer.
Boy, was I wrong.
Rules are set, dinners are made, conversations are had, and a shirtless, swoony roommate walks around in nothing but a pair of black briefs, ruining me for every other man.
Before I know it, I turn into a panting, lust-filled woman begging for Tucker to kiss me, touch me, and show me exactly what is hiding under those briefs.
But with great orgasms, comes great consequences.
Tucker might be my friend and roommate but he’s also my best friend's ex-boyfriend, making him completely off-limits. At least that's what my brain is telling me, my heart is speaking an entirely different language.

4.5 Stars
Review by Jen Skewes

I loved this book. This is the story of Tucker and Emma, two people who have known each since they were kids.  I would say that it is a friends to lovers romance with a twist. That twist being that Tucker is Emma's best friend's ex, which is completely against girl code.  When I first read the blurb I really didn't know what to think.  How would this story play out and is it really Ok to date your best friend's ex?  The answer to that question is absolutely.  Ms. Quinn did such an amazing job with this story that I wouldn't have Emma and Tucker's story any other way.  These two were meant to be together no matter who they dated in the past.  Everything happens for a reason and trust me whatever happened in the past was meant to stay there 

The last year or so has not been good for Tucker.  He has been dealing with a whole lot of pain, when his life suddenly took a different turn.  He is basically just living day to day, going from his house to work and back to his house.  And that's all it is to him, a house.  It's not a home at all.  When he walks through the doors after work it's lonely and nothing of what a home feels like.  He is trying to move on but it is so hard. Everything about his life is painful and lonely right now.  Until Emma walks back into his life.  

Emma just found out she is being evicted and needs to find a new place to stay ASAP.  When she runs into her old friend Tucker he offers her his spare room.  She is a little hesitant but right now it's her only option.  She hasn't talked to Tucker in a while but he's different. Or maybe she just sees him differently now that he is no longer attached to her best friend. Can she really be having feelings for Tucker Jameson, the guy who dated her best friend for years?  I think the bigger question is, does Tucker feel the same way and what does it all mean?  Can these two really be together?

I really loved this book.  Did I say that already?  Lol. I just felt like I need to stress how fantastic this book was.  Yes the storyline is what piqued my interest, but for me it was Emma and Tucker that completely sucked me in. I just loved the two of them together.  They were friends at one point until things with Tucker and his ex went south.  When they saw each other again it felt like they just clicked.  They had this amazing connection that you felt every time they were together. The banter, the flirting, those close moments where you held your breath waiting for something to happen between the two of them. They certainly had their ups and downs. And there were times where they hurt each other with their honest words but that is what I loved.  The honest between them and the friendship that they had first before any feelings got in the way.  

Tucker was this amazing guy who was going through a rough time. And he may have had a hard time opening up and moving forward. But it didn't mean that he didn't care, that his feelings weren't there.  He had a heart of gold and was so sweet and oh my god so sexy.  I swear there were some moments where he managed to just melt my heart with his words and his actions and then he goes and then next thing you know he goes and becomes this sexy man who made my heart beat faster.  Loved him.

Emma was adorable and I loved her.  She is the type of person that always looks out for others.  This is her time to do what's best for her.  It's her time to look out for Emma and she does.  I loved the person she was and how she cared for Tucker.  

This book was just perfect.  It had the right amount of drama and the wit and humor that we all know and love from Ms. Quinn. But it wasn't all fun and humor.   There are some moments that will play with your emotions and maybe shed a tear or two.  I loved the characters.   Everything about Tucker and Emma just felt so right.  I also loved the side characters and I am really hoping that Racer is next.  Another great job by Ms. Quinn.  


“Morning,” Tucker’s deep voice rattles off the cabinets. It’s his morning voice, deeper, throatier—if that makes sense—and I hate to admit it, because he’s just my friend, but sexier.

Once my pupils adjust to the light, I take Tucker in. He’s standing in front of the stove, rubber spatula in hand, wearing a white long-sleeve Henley shirt, the top two buttons undone, a pair of worn jeans with a few paint stains on them, and tan work boots. Sweet Jesus, he makes construction look good. Strap a tool belt around his waist and stick him in front of a camera for the benefit of all womankind.

“Morning,” I say in reply, using the counter to help hold up my tired body. “You’re up early. What time do you have to go into work?”

“Around seven thirty. I like to get an early start before the boys come in.” He looks me up and down, a small smile at the corner of his lips. “You look good.” He motions around his head with his hand. “I really like what you did with your hair.”

I turn toward the window in the kitchen and check out my reflection. Sure enough, my long brown hair looks like a lion’s mane poofed out and framing my face with an abundance of volume. Beautiful.

There is no use in taming it, so I leave my hair as is and turn back toward Tucker. “Not many people can get this kind of height while sleeping.” I pretend to fluff my hair.

“Impressive.” He chuckles and then points to the coffee maker with the spatula. “Coffee is done, mugs are above in the cabinet. Grab me a cup, will ya? Eggs will be done shortly, bacon is warming in the oven.”

I do as directed, thinking it’s kind of cute how he’s including me in on his little morning breakfast. “I didn’t even know you had eggs. I was expecting to hit up Dunkin’ Donuts or Tim Horton’s this morning.”

He turns off the stove and reaches for two plates from the dish rack. “I went to Walmart this morning. Picked up a few things.”

“This morning?” I pour two cups of coffee and turn toward him. “What time did you wake up?”

“Four thirty,” he answers casually. “Got a quick run in, did some weights, took a shower and then went to Walmart.” He fills our plates with bacon and eggs and then nods toward the dining room, plates and silverware in hand. “I have a surprise.”

I follow him to the dining room where he flips on the light and reveals a card table fold-out dining set.

“You got a table.” I chuckle, loving that it’s a fold-out card table with matching chairs. Anything is better than the floor.

“And placemats,” he adds, as he lifts two plastic placemats from one of the chairs. “The options were bleak so I went with dinosaurs for me and Trolls for you. Given the look of your morning hair, Trolls was the right choice.” Clever bastard. He sets them on the table and then puts our plates on top of them.

God, it’s too freaking cute. Chuckling, I take a seat and hand him his coffee. “Look at you getting all domestic. I never thought you would be a placemat kind of man, I stand corrected.”

He rests a napkin on his legs, which are spread drastically, almost the length of the table and leans over to fork some eggs into his mouth. “Didn’t want our food to damage the plastic of this high-class table.” I love the humor in his voice, it reminds me of all the good times we had, before the end of his relationship with Sadie.

“Smart man, you want this table to last.”

“Of course, you don’t see fine furniture like this in houses anymore. Everything has to be so sturdy. What ever happened to rickety furniture and living through a meal with the threat of your food possibly kissing the floor at any point in time?”

“The horror,” I joke.

He looks up at me. Some of his hair is still wet from his shower. Pointing his fork at me he says, “Are you ready to be schooled?”

“Schooled on what?” I take a bite of bacon and my stomach jumps in excitement for finally rewarding it for waking up early. All right, I will admit it, getting out of bed was a smart idea.

“It’s Monday, babe. DJ Hot Cock has his song picked and ready to show you what real music is.”

“When was my music taste ever questioned? I like good music.”

“We’ll see.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. I watch as he flips through it until he lands on the song he wants to introduce me to. He presses play and sets his phone on the table. The light pickings of a guitar fill the small dining room. I don’t recognize the song, but I like the sound of it so far.

Just as I’m settling in to the sweet pickings of a guitar, the distinct voice of Zac Brown chimes in. I’ve known Tucker for loving EMO growing up, so his choice in a country song is very surprising to me, but when I look up at him, pure hometown country boy sitting across from me, it makes perfect sense.

And then the lyrics hit me. My Old Man. Zac sings about his father, hoping he’s proud of the man he’s become. I’m transported back to a dreary day in Whitney Point, where we grew up, when Sadie called me one Saturday morning. I was getting ready for the day. We were in middle school. Tucker’s dad was killed by a head-on collision, the dad Tucker just reconnected with, the dad Tucker had plans on moving in with to get away from his neglectful mom. Those next few days—and weeks—were a whirlwind of sorrow. Attending his funeral, my first ever funeral, seeing the look of devastation on Tucker’s face, wondering what he might be feeling, trying to channel his hurt, it was so much to take on as a teenager.

Glancing up, I take in Tucker’s expression. He’s lost in the music, in the words, just like me. When the song ends, I lean over and place my hand on his, our eyes meet and there is an unspoken understanding between us. I don’t have to say anything about his dad, about the tragedy we went through so many years ago together as friends. It’s all said between this silent exchange.


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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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