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.
This is the
story of girl, who cried a river and drowned the whole world…wait, that’s
wrong. It was tears of joy.
This book
was beyond amazing. I knew that there was a high probability that I would like
it, I mean, have you see that blurb!? I don’t tend to pick up books that don’t
look good to me, or look like something I’d enjoy. So like I said, there was a
high probability that I’d like this. But I never expected to absolutely fall in
love with this book. I was just coming off of a fantastic read, and the last
thing I expected was to find one that surpassed my love of the book I’d just
finished. Call me fickle but this book accomplished that. I was pulled in from
page 1 and literally lost track of time while reading. I only put the book down
when I was forced to (aka when I had to work or when I lost the battle to stay
awake). I honestly have no complaints about the book (and I kinda wish I did
just because having something to vent about always makes reviewing a little
easier).
So, bear with
me as I gush about the awesomeness that is this book….My goal is to not give
you a toothache with all my gushing…let’s see how I do ;)
Like I said,
this book hooked me instantly. I loved Emma. She was so real, trying to finish school
and she gets thrown a curveball of being evicted (though no fault of her own).
So what’s a girl to do!? She tries to find someplace to live, and drowns her
sorrows with her bffs. Low and behold, she runs into an old friend that she’s
known since childhood…AND LET THE SPARKS FLY!!!!!!!!!!!
I loved
Tucker and Emma together (ok, I also loved them on their own, but that’s
neither here nor there). When they were together, they had banter and chemistry
that was literally flying out of my kindle and wrapping itself around me like a
siren’s song. Honest to god, when I was at work, my kindle was whispering to me
from my bag (yes, it goes to work with me. Do you think I’m a heathen that
leaves my precious at home!?)
So, back to
that siren song. I’ll admit that it was EXTREMELY hard to resist. At one point,
my kindle made it out to the desk. I honestly don’t know how that happened. It
never made it open while at work (except on break, because I don’t have any
self control to resist an awesome book on my break), but it was a close call.
Literally. I could hear Tucker and Emma calling me back to immerse myself into
their story. But even as I felt that pull, I became reluctant. See, I realized
that the more I sat there reading, the quicker the book was going to go. And
before I knew it, I’d be finished and then what would I do!? Seriously…WHAT
WOULD I DO!?
Tucker is
amazing. And damaged. I loved him! He was totally swoon worthy. I loved that
even though it had been a while since he’d seen Emma, when he found out she was
in need of someplace to live, he didn’t hesitate to offer his house. And I
loved the rules they came up with:
Even with
the fun rules, there ended up being some more serious rules, mostly pertaining
to Tucker’s past. But those fun rules…I loved seeing Emma and Tucker pick music
for the week, and them talking about sex (although the whole Butter thing was
never really delved into, and while curious, I’m also ok not knowing).
Obviously
there were obstacles that they had to overcome…and while this isn’t a
complaint, there was more than one occasion that I was mentally urging Tucker
to confide in Emma. Even with that said, Tucker did a lot to show Emma how he
felt. He decorated his house for her, just to make her comfortable. He created
a home for them…and every reveal was the sweetest thing ever. I seriously love
Tucker.
Oh, and I
just have to say, I also fell for his friend Racer. I would love to see him get
a book!
Overall,
this book is beyond amazing and DEFINTELY a must read! So, why are you still reading
my review?! Go get it and experience the awesomeness for yourself!!! ;)
Excerpt:
“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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A BLONDE AT HEART
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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