What do ice cream and Sadie Montgomery have in common? They're both ice cold, but one taste is never enough.
I wanted to be friends — I would have even settled for her seeing me as anything but a nerd — but there was no getting through. So just like any hard-headed, red-blooded man out there, I made up my mind.
I’d make my coworker fall for me.
I’d like to say it was simple, but like every other epic love story, all it took was one drunken night and a lot of naked courage to get the girl. For a moment, at least.
Love with a coworker is never simple, especially since Sadie’s trying to keep us on the low. Not to mention her persistent ex-boyfriend who won’t leave her alone. But I’ve never been good at giving up, and I don’t plan to start now.
The whole thing is a recipe for a rocky road, but I plan to eat the whole gallon, no matter how bad the brain freeze.
Meghan Quinn has a way with words. She’ll make you laugh, a lot, like the full on belly laughs. But she’ll also make you feel all the kind of feels.
I suggest you don’t drink cold liquids or hot liquids or any beverages for that matter while reading Co-Wrecker. She had me laughing out loud with her witty humor and inappropriate sexual innuendos. But she also brought out the feelings making me fall absolutely in love with Sadie and Andrew.
If you know Meghan and have followed her for a while you may have heard how she met her partner. I love how she incorporated that part of her life into the book.
I couldn’t put this book down. It was sexy and inappropriate and so damn funny. And even when she had me snort giggling she made me melt for the sexy nerd and my heart break for the lost woman. She then wrapped it up in a meat little bow with the perfect ending to an absolute joy of a story.
About the Author:
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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