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Twisted Twosome by Meghan Quinn
Publication Date: August 3, 2017

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Racer McKay is a broody bastard.

From the moment I met him, he’s been rude, irritable, and unbearable.

A contractor working to remodel my parents pool house for extra cash, he stomps around in those clunky construction boots with his tool belt wrapped around his narrow waist, and a chip on his shoulder.

Racer McKay is also infuriatingly . . . sexy as hell. I want to take that pencil tucked behind his ear, and draw lazy lines slowly up and down his body all the while wanting to strangle him at the same time.

We try to stay out of each other’s way . . . that is until I have no other option but to ask for his help.

But what I don’t realize is he needs me just as much as I need him. I have money he’s desperate for, and he holds the key to making my dreams come true.

Our pranks turn from sarcastic banter, to sexual tension and lust-filled glances. Bickering matches quickly morph into slow burn moments. We’re hot, we’re cold. We push and pull. I need him, I don’t want him. We’re on the verge of combusting with an agreement dangling dangerously between us. Neither one of us can afford to lose one another and yet, we’re finding it quite hard to decipher the line that rests between love and hate.

 A Review by Wendy

4 Just Letting Yourself Believe Stars
* * * *

Spoiler Free

Oh, Meghan Quinn... You have become an auto-click for me. You have proven time and time again your ability to pretend to give us happy, sexy, light reads and lace it with real life issues which touch the essence of all of us.

There is no one on this planet that doesn't sometimes feel they are not in the same league as another...whether self imposed or by "society". We all, at some point, have insecurities and they show up in all sorts of ways...It can hit all types of social status... so I really feel no one is immune.

It is just how we handle these feelings and how they shape us. It could be a fleeting moment and then you move on... or it can shape how you picture yourself with having a difficult time letting it go...

Because in the grand scheme of things... we all are in the Same League...The Human Race and the Equalizer is our Love for one another.

In Twisted Twosome, it seems we are presented with a classic set up:
Rich, Beautiful, Seemingly Spoiled Woman - Daughter of Mega Wealthy Family with a Powerful Father

Handsome, Ripped, Cuttingly Sarcastic Construction/Contractor- Salt of the Earth, Calls It Like He Sees It Guy, Living Day to Day...

It could have been a sweet, sexy read with lots banter, fun times and Chemistry off the charts like Meghan Quin is known for...and been a huge winner for the reader... For Sure...

But for me.... the cherry on top of this read was the depth of feelings Quinn gave her characters.

She gave us a woman who was determined to NOT be the cliche of Daddy's and Mommy's desires... a woman who is not allowed to think for herself and just do as she is told by her family.... to never pursue a career and make something of herself outside of what her family dictated.

Instead we got a fully formed person who was trying so very hard to be her own person. She was smart, capable, focused and willing to lay it all out on the line for her business dream. It wasn't easy and she made mistakes but she becomes her own person and better for it. With the help of our fella, she also receives a mighty warrior willing to fight by her side and in the end she wins more than she ever thought possible.

As to our guy... He is everything he seems- that hot guy of all the romance stories we read... but oh, so much more...

He had a love for his father that held no bounds. He was a man of character... and pushed himself to save what he had left of his father's memories... a house they both had worked on together. Everyday when he strapped on his tool belt, he honored his dad with the quality of work he did on each project. His hands and mind were guided by all of the conversations he had with his dad...all the lessons taught...encouragements given.

These two meet at the Mega Rich house. Unfortunately, our gal and her girlfriend have been sunbathing each day our guy is there working under a timetable... and with a high heeled pump poking a hole in the air hole for the nail gun, he is now seriously behind schedule...

Meaning it is cutting into the very thin margin he had for any type of profit with this gig. This makes for a very unhappy camper as he has a huge mortgage to pay on the house...His dad became critically ill and loans were taken out. Holding onto that house is all he cares about now that his father is gone.

So naturally from the get go...these two are at each others throats... He thinks she is a lightweight, rich spoiled brat... and he infuriates her....

He has no idea of who she is and what she wants out of life... She has hopes and dreams. She has a business plan researched and then checked again for flaws... she plans to present it to her father with the hopes to convince him to release her trust fund early. That way she will be able to open her business and be on her way being who she wants to be.

A perfect set up and then some...We get a woman who is considered to just be a tool for the family image and name by her father...This woman's depth of pain and how she was able to find joy in a ritual of words is unique and a very interesting way to show our guy's insight to who she is and how he works his way into her heart...

Our guy has his own insecurities and fights them not only with this new wealthy woman but also with his circle of friends... because even though his crew has his back...he still feels at a disadvantage due to his financial burdens.

But what I love about this book is the way this man sees through so much of what he thought this woman was...He had made the standard assumptions and felt more and more like the ass those assumptions made of him...He realized how hard working and determined this woman was... how she was down to earth and nothing like her phony family... he saw what a gem she was... and that was the gift of this book...

He was a guy who didn't care... if it was the right thing to do...he would do it and his upbringing was honored by it. That is not only amazing... it is truly Sexy- and let me say... Yup, he was...

Twisted Twosome is exactly what you would think... a flirty, sexy bantering romance tale. Yet there was more for the taking... and I was happy to take it...

Meghan Quinn, keep writing and I will keep Auto-Clicking.

A gifted copy was provided by author/publisher for an honest review.

Excerpt:

Why is it so goddamn drafty in here? I grip my hammer in my hand, my tool belt riding low on my hips, and my stereotypical construction hat rests on my head as I finish up the project I was hired to do.

Taking a quick look around, I search the bedroom looking for an open window or AC vent that’s blowing a cold breeze right against my dick and sac, making it almost impossible to look semi-decent in this scrap of fabric.

“Mmm, I think you forgot a nail on the ground over there,” says the throaty, smoke-filled voice of Mrs. Sage, who is lying across her chase lounge wearing a silky pink robe that is barely tied around her waist. She makes it her mission to show me as much skin as possible, and as we’re talking about skin showing . . .

I bend down to pick up the nail she’s pointing at as the thin strip of man thong material rides higher up my ass crack than I care to admit.

Let’s pause for a second.

Are you wondering to yourself, is Racer really wearing a man-thong as he finishes building a solid oak shelf?

The answer is yes. Yes, I am.

I’m Racer McKay and I wear man thongs for older, rich women while I work on simple projects around their houses. Excuse me, I mean mansions.

Don’t worry. Yes, I’m also very much ashamed to admit the level I’ve stooped to in order to make some cash. I have my pride, but right now, when I’m offered three hundred dollars more to build a shelf in a man thong, I’m choosing to seize the opportunity.

Self-respect was thrown out the window two years ago when a pile of bills and responsibilities were thrust in my direction without any preparation or warning. Making money is as vital as breathing to me, so I will take it any way I can get it.

Cue the man thong.

“Oh, you’re right. Here it is,” I say, holding up the nail. “Thanks for the help, Mrs. Sage. I would hate to see you hurt yourself from my lack of attention to detail.”

She waves me off and puffs her chest toward me, her robe slipping farther apart, showing the cleavage of a very saggy pair of breasts. I’ve seen my fair share of boobs and even though I don’t mingle sex with work, I can’t help but want Mrs. Sage to remove the robe just so I can see what she has hidden under the silky fabric.

How saggy are we talking here?

I’m interested for exploratory reasons, for knowledge of every kind of breast out there. Because right now, Mrs. Sage looks like she’s rocking a pair of pancakes that have been flattened by a steamroller.

“You would just have to nurse me back to health if that happened.” Her finger trails up her varicose vein-covered leg to her geriatric hip. I hold back the shiver that wants to spin up my spine.

All I can say is . . . can’t unsee that.

I nervously laugh and tuck my hammer into its holster. “Not much of a nurse, Mrs. Sage. I might hurt you even more.”

“I don’t mind getting hurt.” She starts to spread her legs and that’s when I call it a day.

I turn around quickly, snag my jeans and slip them up and over my legs, struggling with my tool belt getting in the way. Once things are in place, I remove my hat, put on my shirt, and then cover my hair with a backwards baseball cap. The peep show is over.

Once dressed, I gather my tools, tuck my construction hat under my arm, and turn to Mrs. Sage. This is my least favorite part, getting the old bird to pay up.

“Leaving already?” She pouts, lipstick on her teeth.

“Unfortunately, I have another engagement I’m running late for.” A lie, but it’s the only way I know to get out of here.

“That’s a shame. I really should book you for a whole day. That way you can’t skirt out of here earlier than I’m ready for.”

She walks out of the den and into the entryway where she opens her purse and pulls out a wad of one-hundred-dollar bills. My brain explodes from the amount of cash in her purse, as if it’s chump change she’s ready to throw around at a parade dedicated to her and her riches.

“What do I owe you? Six hundred?”

Fuck, it’s five hundred and if I wasn’t a nice guy, I wouldn’t correct her, but I believe in good karma. Especially considering where my bad luck has gotten me—trying to climb my way out of a large debt. I try to put as many good vibes out in the world as possible.

“We actually agreed upon five hundred, Mrs. Sage.”

“Such a bargain.” She flips through her cash, pulls out five bills—damn—and hands them over to me. “Shall I call for my next project?”

I pocket the cash. “Email is best, Mrs. Sage. I always feel awkward taking phone calls at work.”

“Such a hard worker.” She pats my face and leans forward, lips puckered, but I step to the side avoiding an attack from her old-lady lips.

As I depart, I wave my hand in the air and say, “Thanks, Mrs. Sage. I look forward to your next email.”

Out of her reach, I toss my tools in the back of my truck, enter the cab, and place my hands on the steering wheel as I exhale a long pent-up breath.

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About the Author:

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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