Racer McKay is a broody bastard.
From the moment I met him, he’s been rude, irritable, and unbearable. And worse? He’s broke.
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.
*Twisted Twosome is a stand alone romantic comedy.
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!
This is a real enemies to lovers story. It’s a standalone, but if you want some background on Racer, he plays a really big role in Meghan Quinn‘s book “My Best Friend’s Ex”.
In this book, Racer was hired to work on Georgiana’s father’s pool house. Georgiana and her best friend would lay in the sun and tan in their bikinis while Racer worked, yet any attempts at conversation were disasters. Racer and Georgiana are like oil and water from the very beginning.
Georgiana’s father won’t let her get a job and in order for her to follow her dreams of opening her own bridal shop, she must go behind his back find someone to help her with construction. That’s where Racer comes in. He doesn’t want the job but he’s desperate for the money. These two fight, then play pranks on each other while a slow burn develops between them. Feelings start to change, and then one weekend changes everything between them.
Racer’s obsession with Little Debbie snacks is one that is contagious. If you’re one who has a past relationship with Little Debbie like me, you might find yourself begging your man to go out to the store and bring you back a box of Oatmeal Creme Pies and Swiss Cake Rolls.
Your man will then probably ask for sexual favors in return, but it would be totally worth it. I mean it was worth it.
Where was I? Oh yes, Racer!
Racer is completely ridiculous and hilarious, not to mention very loyal and romantic. There are so many laugh out loud moments when we’re reading the chapters from his POV, along with the witty banter he shares with Georgiana.
I LOVED this book and highly recommend it. It’s a standalone with an HEA, and if you’re not swooning when you finish this book, there’s something seriously wrong with you. This is a swoon-worthy, 5 star book. Trust me, I know happy endings. And you can take that any way you want.
I was generously provided an advanced copy in exchange for an honest review.