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I don’t know what love is anymore.
Well, that’s not entirely true, but I’m going to tell you a little secret: I’ve lost the spark.
You know the kind of spark I’m talking about?
Where butterflies take flight in your stomach from two hands innocently colliding. Or catching your breath when you first meet someone attractive. Yeah, that spark.
Except I haven’t felt that feeling in forever; there is nothing left inside of me.
Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem–but I’m a writer on a serious deadline, and my editor is breathing down my neck for a romantic, Nicholas Sparks type love story. No pressure, right?
That’s how I find myself flying across the country to crash a wedding in the name of research, dress and heels stuffed into my small suitcase.
It should be the easiest book research ever. Drinking some free champagne, basking in the love of two strangers, and tapping into my romantic side. That will be a breeze. I’m a pro. I can handle this.
Until I mistakenly end up in the wrong hotel room, naked as the day I was born, with the sexiest human I have ever met staring me down, wondering what I’m doing taking a shower in his bathroom. I don’t think calling it research will get me out of this pickle.
Anyone who knows me or reads my reviews, knows that I am HUGE Meghan Quinn fan – and I mean HUGE!!! She writes it, I am reading it without a clue to what’s it about. SIGN ME UP!! And this book was no different, however, I did know what it was about – Beck.
We met Beck in her book, Three Blind Dates. No, you don’t need to read that book first, but I highly recommend it just because you get that initial meeting of Beck and what is to come in this one. Beck was my runner-up in choices for Three Blind Dates (read it to find out what I mean) and I was so excited to know that his book was next after finishing it.
I really do not even know how to describe Beck except to say that he is he deep yet knows how to live life fully. He was so much more than I expected and I love getting to know this character more. He is the perfect match for Rylee.
“Sometimes you have to take a chance on something that makes you happy, regardless of the unknown.”
Beck has been pushing forward after some dark times in his life but his friends find that he doesn’t do much else aside from his work and passions. They want him to get back into the dating pool and have fun again. After a bum go on a blind date (again, read Three Blind Dates to see what happens), he is very hesitant to put himself out there. So his friends come up with the idea to go to Key West with them, crash a wedding they’re attending and maybe hook up with a single lady while enjoying the time away.
Rylee has been living life in the shadows and only recently started to come back to herself. She is a romance author who finds herself staring down a deadline with writers block in her path of completion. Zoey and Victoria are her best friends and writing buddies trying to help Rylee get her mojo back, but nothing seems to be working. Then the girls come up with a plan to have Rylee Crash a wedding that Zoey and Victoria are attending to see if that get Rylee’s groove back.
You can see where this is going – yes, Rylee and Beck meet. Their vacation fling is amazing. And even when they return to their lives, things just keep getting better. These two together was so funny and natural to watch. Things moved at a decent pace and nothing was rushed, which I enjoyed. Rylee is dead set on keeping things light and easy, Beck has other intentions.
Beck has no problems holding back on what he is feeling – he just lays it all out. Let me tell you, I am impressed by Rylee’s self control – if a man talked dirty to me like that when I was single, I would be climbing that man like a damn monkey – just saying. But he is also sweet and enduring, which is something new for Rylee to have directed at her from a man.
Rylee is really out of her element when it comes to Beck. He’s what she writes about, not what she gets in real life. I love that she is cautious yet flirtatious and tries her damn best to not get caught up in everything. But Beck just never gives up and that makes it harder each day for Rylee to walk away.
The Wedding Crashers is definitely a slow-burn romance. Meghan moves this book at the perfect pace though. Everything happens within a few months, but with the way Meghan has it all play out, it feels like so much longer (and that’s a good thing). It’s not boring, it’s natural progression of things and that just makes it even more intense and intriguing. I agree at times, I wanted things to move a bit faster, but in the end, I was so glad that it didn’t.
Meghan has written another amazing story with great characters that you will find yourself loving from the second you meet them. I almost feel like I know these characters personally and want all the best for them. Bravo Meghan!
Chills scream their way down my arms and legs, my nipples pucker, and just like that, with one word, all humor vanishes from our little conversation and awareness of this all-consuming man wrapped around me hits me hard.
Gathering myself, I say, “Tell me something Chris and Justine know about you.”
“Hmm.” His thumbs hook under the waistband of my shorts, playing with the lower part of my hipbones. His touch spurs on my pelvis, needing to rock, begging for him to go lower. My toes curl in my sandals and my back slightly arches, reaching for more. “Something they know about me.”
His mouth doesn’t stray from its position against my ear, and his hips start to slowly move underneath me, his legs tangling with mine. Involuntarily, one of my hands hooks the back of his neck as I hold on tightly to him, feeling like I need support from the onslaught of sensation I’m feeling.
I hear him say something, but it doesn’t register in my brain, which has turned to mush as his thumbs stray from my hipbones to right above my pubic bone.
There is no denying how turned on I am, how wet I am from his mere touch, how much—despite my reservations—I want this man.
With each stroke, my head turns farther and farther to the side until our noses are touching, Beck’s head bends forward to meet me halfway. My eyes flutter shut for a brief moment before I open them and am captured by those flecks of green and gold.
The air stills around us, our breath mixing, swirling between us, our lips so close.
One swipe of this thumb.
Another one.
I can’t breathe.
I can’t focus.
Another swipe, my head leans even closer, my tongue wetting my lips.
One more swipe . . .
My heart hammers in my chest, my skin prickling with awareness.
Beck brings his mouth even closer, only a whisper away now, and he waits.
Holding still.
His breathing feeling erratic beneath me.
One.
More.
Swipe.
And I’m gone.
I bring my mouth to his, slowly parting my lips ever so slightly, just enough to maneuver my mouth across his.
A low, provocative moan escapes Beck as one of his hands snags the back of my head and holds me in place, almost as if he lets go, I’ll disappear.
Needing more, I shift on his lap so I’m straddling him once again, my hands on his bare chest, feeling the powerful sinew that holds him together.
Our lips press and mold, mingling, taking, begging . . .
Desperate.
Beck’s tongue runs against my bottom lip, eliciting a moan from deep within me, lighting a fire so hot, so wild, my hands start to travel up his neck to his cheeks where I grip him, positioning his head so when I open my mouth, I can expertly dive my tongue onto his.
He groans, his lap shifting against mine now, his hard-on pressing against my wet and throbbing center. I match his rocking, using my position on his lap to take advantage of his length I can feel through his board shorts.
This is exactly what I didn’t want to happen, but God, am I happy it has. Maybe I really should live in the moment, maybe I should take advantage of the opportunity, maybe I should…
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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I knew something was wrong the second she walked in the door tonight; I just couldn’t put my finger on what it was.
Sara Ney is the USA Today Bestselling Author of the How to Date a Douchebag series, and is best known for her sexy, laugh-out-loud New Adult romances. Among her favorite vices, she includes: iced latte’s, historical architecture and well-placed sarcasm. She lives colorfully, collects vintage books, art, loves flea markets, and fancies herself British.
The day her mother passed away, Beulah was left with one name. That was it. No other explanation.
