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Dear Life by Meghan Quinn

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Series: standalone
Genre: contemporary romance
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Four lives. Four stories. Four sets of letters. Four brave souls in need of guidance while facing life’s greatest challenges.

The anonymously published Dear Life program is designed to help them step outside of their comfort zones, face their obstacles, and relinquish their demons…and prove their existence.

With their lives teetering between wanting more and losing it all, all four souls dive into the program as a New Year’s resolution, sending them on a crazy, life-altering journey.

Dear Life,

Please be kind.

Yours truly, Hollyn, Jace, Daisy, and Carter.

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Heat: 3/5
Rating: 3/5

I struggled a little with this one. I really enjoyed the first 25%, and honestly was in one of those moods where I just couldn’t put my Kindle down, and then suddenly it all changed a bit. I don’t know if that was possibly because I’m currently in a stressful exam and deadline period and that sucked all the enjoyment out of life, or if I just found this a bit more difficult to maintain interest with after that initial awesome 25%. I also understand that this story is deeply personal to the author, and that I’m in the minority here.

This isn’t a bad book, by any means; it just didn’t quite stick out for me the way I thought it would. It’s an absolutely beautiful premise – four people struggling with life for different reasons, coming together and finding solace and hope in one another. Hollyn kept my undivided attention the entire way through, her story bringing me to tears at several moments throughout these pages, but I found it difficult to follow four characters, all with emotional stories, with the same attention. I also thought that some of the conclusions, such as Carter’s final confrontation with his uncle, was massively unlikely and a little messy, and the fact that all these storylines wrapped up so perfectly was, in some ways, frustrating.

I get that this is fiction, but life rarely throws you those positive curveballs; not least four people in the same support group.

I also found that Jace and Carter’s internal voices were quite feminine and didn’t match the exteriors of their characters, which was a little odd to read.

Overall, a wonderful premise, and Meghan Quinn’s writing balances the emotional with the entertaining exceptionally well. I just struggled to really get into this one due to its slightly preachy life advice and the neatness of the storylines.

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Dear Life by Meghan Quinn
Series: standalone
Designer: Meghan Quinn
Photographer: Lauren Perry
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Four lives. Four stories. Four sets of letters. Four brave souls in need of guidance while facing life’s greatest challenges.

The anonymously published Dear Life program is designed to help them step outside of their comfort zones, face their obstacles, and relinquish their demons…and prove their existence.

With their lives teetering between wanting more and losing it all, all four souls dive into the program as a New Year’s resolution, sending them on a crazy, life-altering journey.  

Dear Life,  

Please be kind. 

Yours truly, Hollyn, Jace, Daisy, and Carter.

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Tour (Review): Stroked Hard – Meghan Quinn

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Series: #Stroked #3
Genre: contemporary romance
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He’s hot. Like, stop breathing kind of hot with his killer body, vivid blue eyes, and constant five o’clock shadow.

Did I mention his body?

Watching Hollis Knightly, Olympic diving gold medalist, man-pony specialist—and cocky bastard—stand up on the diving platform in nothing but a small piece of Spandex? Yeah, I’m beguiled.

And easily seduced.

I want to keep things light but he won’t leave me alone. And hell, if he’s not wearing me thin.

What is supposed to be a simple summer fling with a very hot man, has now morphed into a f*cked-up mess of feelings, attachment, and dare I say it…love. But I don’t do relationships. And Hollis Knightly does.

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Review

Themes: sports, unrequited love
Heat: ★★★★
Rating: ★★★★

Is it the joking Hollis who always wants my boob in his mouth? Or is it the serious Hollis, the one that tears my walls down with one heated gaze in my direction, the one who speaks of the possibilities of forever?

This is the final instalment of the Stroked trilogy – one of the strongest series of 2016 – and I’m actually pretty devastated that that’s it. I’m going to come straight out and say that I preferred Stroked Long, simply because, out of the three, it gripped me emotionally and refused to ever let go, making my heart physically ache. I didn’t quite get that same feeling here, and in some respects I felt Melony was a little immature with how her daddy issues affected her. Regardless, this was still a pleasure to read.

To me, the sexiest sight in the world is a woman right before she’s about to be eaten out, right before you place your tongue on her clit because she knows the pleasure that’s coming.

Hollis is right up there with my top book boyfriends. Quinn has, once again, created fabulously complex characters, and men to actually fall deeply in love with. She has basically ruined me single-handedly because no one ever lives up to these incredible fictional characters. Thank you Meghan Quinn for ruining my relationship. (It’s cool, I forgive you, he wasn’t worth it anyway). But damn, I loved his romanticism, and his mad sex skills, too. Yep – two of the sex scenes in this book were masturbation-inducing, but at least I got some use out of my new vibrator.

“Hey, it’s 2016, baby. Romance is all about dirty talk, secret rendezvous, and attentive fucking. Flowers, candies, and poems are old school.

As ever, a deeply sweet, absolutely filthy, fucking hilarious read from one of the top authors around. I can’t wait for what comes next, and in the meantime I’ll be delving into Quinn’s back category.

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Series: #Stroked #3
Genre: contemporary romance
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He’s hot. Like, stop breathing kind of hot with his killer body, vivid blue eyes, and constant five o’clock shadow.

Did I mention his body?

Watching Hollis Knightly, Olympic diving gold medalist, man-pony specialist—and cocky bastard—stand up on the diving platform in nothing but a small piece of Spandex? Yeah, I’m beguiled.

And easily seduced.

I want to keep things light but he won’t leave me alone. And hell, if he’s not wearing me thin.

What is supposed to be a simple summer fling with a very hot man, has now morphed into a f*cked-up mess of feelings, attachment, and dare I say it…love. But I don’t do relationships. And Hollis Knightly does.

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Sneak Peek

A joke about Reese getting his makeup done is on the tip of my tongue when I turn to see a little brunette with sun-kissed hair, beautifully bronzed skin, and the biggest fucking green eyes I’ve ever seen standing behind Reese.

Holy shit.

The hottest fucking woman I’ve ever seen is standing behind him wearing ripped jean shorts, a tight-as-hell white tank top, and teal Converse. Her hair is shoulder length, wavy, and looks so fucking soft that all I want to do is bury my head in it. But what’s really causing my pants to grow tighter by the minute are her pink-glossed plump lips. I’m mesmerized by the way the lights bounce off them and I can’t fucking help the way my mind wanders, wondering all the ways I can have fun with those lips.

“Are you coming, man?” Reese asks as he walks away.

What? Oh shit.

“Sure. You need me to hold your hand like last time?” I ask, chasing after them. “I don’t mind, but when the scary blow dryer comes at you again, I won’t be cleaning your inner thighs again from pee dribble. I did it once and it was fucking creepy. Never again.”

I don’t get a response besides the middle finger directed at me from behind his back.

Reese sits in a black chair, his large body making the poor seat look like a toothpick. He exhales and slouches as Miss Pouty Lips starts to play around with his hair.

Jealousy instantly consumes me. I want to blast my best friend from his seat and take his place just to experience the feel of her pink painted nails running through my hair.

Are her toes painted pink as well? Or does she have them painted a different shade? Fuck, I don’t care, either way I’m hell-bent on figuring it out.

“Do you have dryland later today or do you want to grab dinner?” Reese asks, pulling my eyes off her fingers for a second.

“Are you paying?”

“Cheap fuck.”

I shrug. “I save my money for more important things, like dates.” The girl looks up at me and gives me a courtesy smile. Eh, I’ll take it. “Dude, you’re so fucking rude.”

“What did I do?” Reese asks.

“Uh, you didn’t introduce me to your friend.” I nod at the girl.

“Because I don’t even know her name.” Reese looks a little ashamed as he admits his fault.

I come closer and say, “Then you are fucking rude.” I hold my hand out. “Hi, I’m Hollis and this is my rude as fuck friend, Reese.”

The girl shakes my hand quickly, giving me a brief taste of how her palm would match up with mine. “Melony. Nice to meet you.”

“Melony, what a beautiful name.”

Reese snorts, right between us. Not in an awkward kind of a way, more in a dude’s blowing up my game kind of way.

He sits back in his chair and crosses his arms over his chest. “Oh shit, this is going to be good.”

Ignoring him, I keep my attention focused on Melony. “Do you frequent these shoots often?”

Another snort. “That’s the best you got?” Reese asks. “Come on, man. You’re better than the old ‘you come around here often’ pick-up line.”

He’s right, but fuck, I’m kind of thrown off my game a little. It’s the glossiness of her lips; they’re distracting me. Would that gloss help her slide right along my dick?

Melony ignores Reese’s barb and says, “I do all hair and makeup for the show, mostly for Bellini.”

Conversation door open.

“Oh shit, and you haven’t been burnt by dragon lady’s spitting fire yet?”

She flips her hair to the side and grins at me. “Why do you think my hair is short?”

Fuck. I like her. Just like that. The sexy grin, the flip of her soft hair, the mischief in her eyes. Yup, I’m a fucking goner.

But just as soon as the words slip from her mouth, she straightens up and looks at Reese. “Oh crap. I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry, Mr. King. Bellini is . . .” she swallows hard and continues, “a nice lady.”

Reese waves it off. “She can be a bitch.”

It’s all he says but I know what he really means. Bellini is the epitome of the devil reincarnated. Unfortunately, given his situation, he has to be politically correct. Frankly I don’t know why he’s putting himself through this kind of torture. Trials aren’t for six months; you would think his publicist could come up with something else for him to do after his last stint at the Olympics. If I were him, I would fire my publicist’s ass.

“Reese, can you spare a moment over here for a second?” a squirrely man I know by the name of Jasper asks. Reese excuses himself giving me the perfect opportunity to talk with Melony.

She’s washing some makeup brushes, busying herself and staying as far away from me as possible. Too bad for her, I have other plans.

“Where are you from, Melony?” She glances in my direction but turns back to her brushes.

“Here,” she says curtly.

“Born and raised a Cali girl, huh? That’s—”

“I’m going to stop you right there.” She holds her hand up. “I see where this is going.”

“And where is this going?” I ask, stepping closer to her.

She gives me the once-over and puts her hand on her hip. “You say some cheesy stuff trying to get to know me. To be polite, I’ll entertain you and then you’ll ask me out. I’ll say no and then you’ll take that as a challenge.”

I scrunch my nose. “You would say no?” That’s kind of a first for me, so I’m interested to hear her answer.

“Not used to the word? Does the Olympic diver always get what he wants?”

“Ah, so you know who I am.” I knowingly point at her. “I knew you did from the way you tried to see through my shirt. Don’t worry, sweetheart, the abs everyone talks about are real.”

She scoffs. “You’re pathetic.”

Well, that’s a first as well.

“Are you trying to make me cry?” I tease.

Rolling her eyes, she steps away, putting unwanted distance between us. “Seriously, not going to happen, Hollis, so pack up your pick-up lines and take them somewhere else.”

“Wow.” I rest my hip against one of the tables full of beauty shit and cross my arms over my chest. “Flatter yourself much? Who says I was even trying to pick you up? What if I was just trying to be nice? That’s kind of embarrassing for you, assuming such a thing.”

“Please, Hollis. Nice try. It’s not going to happen.”

Growing irritated, I ask, “And why not?”

“Because.” She points a makeup brush at me. “You’re not my type and I have zero interest in pursuing a relationship with you.” With that, she fucking wags her pert little ass away from me.

Well, fuck me. That didn’t go as planned.

Stroked

  1. Stroked
  2. Stroked Long
  3. Stroked Hard

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Cover: Stroked Hard – Meghan Quinn

Stroked Hard by Meghan Quinn
Series: Stroked #3 (can standalone)
Genre: sports romance
Cover design: Indie Solutions by Murphy Rae
Release date: 1st November, 2016
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He’s hot. Like, stop breathing kind of hot with his killer body, vivid blue eyes, and constant five o’clock shadow.

Did I mention his body?

Watching Hollis Knightly, Olympic diving gold medalist, man-pony specialist—and cocky bastard—stand up on the diving platform in nothing but a small piece of Spandex? Yeah, I’m beguiled.

And easily seduced.

I want to keep things light but he won’t leave me alone. And hell, if he’s not wearing me thin.

What is supposed to be a simple summer fling with a very hot man, has now morphed into a f*cked-up mess of feelings, attachment, and dare I say it…love. But I don’t do relationships. And Hollis Knightly does.

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Tour, Review & Giveaway: Stroked Long – Meghan Quinn

stroked-longStroked Long by Meghan Quinn
Series: Stroked #2 (can standalone)
Genre: erotic romantic comedy
Archetype: athlete
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From his dirty-blond hair and breathtaking smile, to the abs from heaven and the irresistible V in his waistline, everything about Bodi Olympic-gold-medalist Banks screams hot piece of @$$.

Yet there’s more.

Dark shadows lurk behind his soulful, serious eyes.

I’m enamored. He’s captured me.

How can running an art foundation with Bodi Banks turns into a slow-burning, epic romance, even though he tries to push me away at every chance? How can I stay away from a broken, routine-driven man whose soul cries to be forgiven for a crime only he believes he committed? Or is that a lie?

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Review

Heat: ★★★★
Rating: ★★★★

“You were brought to me to heal my heart’s scars.”

Stroked Long was an absolute pleasure to read. I found it wonderfully refreshing to find a hero in a current romance novel who isn’t an over the top alpha, but rather a gorgeously sensitive man, with a darker side and plenty of baggage. Someone I felt the strangest urge in my heart to just hug forever.

The major strength of Quinn’s writing (other than her crude sense of humour) is her ability to conceive characters that are utterly unique. In a lot of romance at the moment, the female character tends to be glossed over and have very little character, with the focus solely on making the hero as much of a hunk as possible. Instead, Quinn creates Ruby, a bumbling, clumsy, vintage-loving woman, just as interesting in her own right as Bodi is, with his obsessive tendencies. It was pure pleasure to immerse myself in their world and watch their sweet, insecure, yet utterly passionate relationship progress. What was even better was that due to the brilliant complexities of the characters, none of the angst was forced, instead seeming totally natural to the storyline.

Her vitality and giddy joyfulness provided light into my darkness, wrapping my heart in its warmth.

This second instalment to the Stroked series was in equal parts heartbreaking, sexy and hilarious. In particular, the way the two personalities interacted with one another and their banter, seen mainly through the absolutely random text message conversation – I have to admit to chortling through many of these. And panting through a particularly erotic phone sex scene.

“You look like a seventy-year old turtle trying to show off your camel toe.”

Here, Quinn proves once again that she is the queen of romantic comedy, despite dealing with a darker subject matter than normal. She pulls off something wonderful

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Out now! Sneak Peek & Giveaway: Stroked Long – Meghan Quinn

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Series: Stroked #2 (can standalone)
Genre: erotic romantic comedy
Archetype: athlete
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From his dirty-blond hair and breathtaking smile, to the abs from heaven and the irresistible V in his waistline, everything about Bodi Olympic-gold-medalist Banks screams hot piece of @$$.

Yet there’s more.

Dark shadows lurk behind his soulful, serious eyes.

I’m enamored. He’s captured me.

How can running an art foundation with Bodi Banks turns into a slow-burning, epic romance, even though he tries to push me away at every chance? How can I stay away from a broken, routine-driven man whose soul cries to be forgiven for a crime only he believes he committed? Or is that a lie?

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My palms are sweaty; my anxiety is at an all-time high; and I’m so fucking nervous I’m two seconds from retreating. I’m sitting in the classroom next to the one Ruby teaches in, leaning against some cabinets while holding a bouquet of daisies—Eva’s idea. One of the girls who works at the club is pulling Ruby out of the classroom right now and what should be a two-minute task seems like an hour as I wait impatiently, running my apology over and over in my head.

Just as I’m about to give up and leave, the door to the classroom opens and Ruby enters, looking confused and asking, “What’s going on?” over her shoulder. When she turns toward me, her face falls and her cheeks redden. Shit. She doesn’t look happy. Is she embarrassed?

From behind, the girl who helped me shuts the door, giving us complete privacy.

“Hey,” I say lamely.

Looking around, Ruby asks, “Um, can I help you with something, Bodi?” She’s being professional. I have to hand it to her; she’s much stronger than I am.

Extending the flowers out to her like a robot, I say, “I got you flowers.”

A little finesse, Bodi. Christ. 

She doesn’t move so I realize I have to make a better attempt at this apology. I can’t be Robot-Bodi; I need to use my feelings. I sound like Eva.

Stepping forward, I hand her the flowers, and she graciously takes them. What I think is going to warm her up, only confuses her even more. Her brow is furrowing.

Sticking my hands in my pockets, I shift in place and take a deep breath. “I was an ass this morning. I know you heard what I said to Eva, and I want you to know I didn’t mean any of it.”

“Bodi, you don’t need to explain,” Ruby cuts in. “We’re colleagues, I get it. Last night I overstepped your boundaries and asked too much. I apologize and promise it won’t happen again. From now on, we act strictly professional toward one another.”

Fuck that and fuck me. This is not the same Ruby I’ve grown to know. Like. Feel safe around. There isn’t a spark in her eye, a smirk to her pouty lips, or energy in her beautiful voice. She’s lacking her sparkle, and it’s slowly splintering me in half. Because I caused this.

“I don’t want that,” I say honestly. “You are more than someone I work with, Ruby.” I grab the back of my neck, feeling unsure of my footing, and then choose to speak to her honestly. “I’m not good with this kind of stuff, and I really have no experience, but you make me want to try. Maybe we can be friends.”

“Friends?” There is a slight twitch of her lips that makes me think my Ruby is coming back.

My Ruby? Shit. 

“Yeah, friends. I, uh . . .” I clear my throat and look her in the eyes. “I like talking to you. And even though you try to get me to eat sweets, I like hanging out with you as well. You make my days fun.”

Now there is a full-on, mega-watt smile gracing her beautiful face. The flowers in her hand are now pressed against her chest in a hug, and she’s moving toward me.

“I would love to be friends with you, Bodi.” Opening her arms, she steps into my space and pulls me into a hug. Her face rests against my chest, and smelling the sweet scent of her shampoo instantly puts me at ease.

Wanting to reciprocate the affection, I wrap my arms around her and pull her small body closer into mine. That’s bullshit. I want to hold her because I like holding her. Not because I want to reciprocate. “I’m sorry for being an ass this morning, Ruby. Sometimes I react before stopping to think. And poorly at that. I enjoyed last night.”

“It’s okay, Bodi. I could see you were under duress.”

“You don’t have to forgive me that easily.” I chuckle. Eva was right. I’m pretty sure Ruby will let you off easy. She’s cool like that. Yeah, she is cool like that.

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COVER: Stroked Long – Meghan Quinn

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Stroked Long – Meghan Quinn
Series: Stroked #2
Release Date: 20th September, 2016
Cover Design: Indie Solutions by Murphy Rae

From his dirty-blond hair and breathtaking smile, to the abs from heaven and the irresistible V in his waistline, everything about Bodi Olympic-gold-medalist Banks screams hot piece of @$$.

Yet there’s more.

Dark shadows lurk behind his soulful, serious eyes.

I’m enamored. He’s captured me.

How can running an art foundation with Bodi Banks turns into a slow-burning, epic romance, even though he tries to push me away at every chance? How can I stay away from a broken, routine-driven man whose soul cries to be forgiven for a crime only he believes he committed? Or is that a lie?

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RELEASE: Stroked – Meghan Quinn

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Reese King: Olympic medalist, underwear model, Greek god.

His body is chiseled from rock, sculpted by the weight room, and refined by water.

On a daily basis his skin is completely bare for everyone to see, tan and defined, only covered up by a minuscule piece of spandex. There is no denying his sex appeal.

I hate to admit it, but I’m head over heels infatuated with him.

There is one HUGE problem though. His achingly gorgeous abs, inked up arm, and cocky swagger belong to my boss, the high-profile, reality star bitch from hell and certified heinous human being, Bellini Chambers.

What I think is going to be an easy job assisting a glorified wench turns into a cluster f*ck of epic proportions.

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