Neanderthal Marries Human by Penny Reid
Series: Knitting in the City #1.5
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Publication date: June 14, 2014
Format: eBook, 410 pages
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There are three things you should know about Quinn Sullivan: 1) He is madly in love with Janie Morris, 2) He’s not above playing dirty to get what (or who) he wants, and 3) He doesn’t know how to knit.
After just five months of dating Janie, Quinn—former Wendell and unapologetic autocrat—is ready to propose marriage. In fact, he’s more than ready. If it were up to Quinn, he would efficiently propose, marry, and beget Janie with child all in the same day—thereby avoiding the drama and angst that accompanies the four stages of pre-matrimony: engagement, meeting the parents, bachelor/bachelorette party, and overblown, superfluous wedding day traditions. But Janie, much to Quinn’s dismay, tosses a wrench in his efficacious endeavors and challenges him to prove his devotion by going through the matrimonial motions, no matter how minute and mundane.
Will Quinn last until the wedding day? Or will he yield to his tyrant impulses?
Regardless, one thing is for certain, Quinn Sullivan will have to learn to expect the Spanish Inquisition (i.e. the unexpected) if he plans to have and keep Janie Morris as his wife.
If you read my review for Neanderthal Seeks Human, you know how much I love-love-loved everything about it. I hopelessly shipped Janie and Quinn and, I swear, I fell in love with both of them. It should come as absolutely no surprise that I loved this, the second part of their story, every bit as much. Don’t let the .5 in the series reading order fool you. This is no novella. It’s a full length book that’s big on romance, humor and even has a fair number of feels. If you are a fan of Janie and Quinn – and how could you NOT be? – this is an absolute must read.
The title of this book pretty much gives it all away, so I’m not going to get too carried away with talking about what happens. You can see the end game here. What you don’t know going in is just how fun and swoony the ride is. Not only do we get more of quirky, brilliant Janie and sexy, swoony Quinn in this book, but we get a bigger peek into the personalities of the ladies in Janie’s knitting group. And you know what? I think I’m gonna love each of them as I continue through the series and read their books. I love the friendships between these ladies. Their Vegas trip had me literally laughing out loud. Quinn’s boys are nothing to scoff at either. Oh, and did I mention we get chapters from Quinn’s POV? Because we do. And they’re everything.
In short, I loved this book. It was one that I read with a giant, goofy grin on my face for about 99% of it. I highlighted roughly half the book because it was either a) amazingly written, b) funny as hell or c) SO VERY SWOONY, but you can see some of my favorite passages below. I can’t wait to continue on with this series and see what each of the new pairings will bring. Of course, I also hope Janie and Quinn are featured prominently throughout the remainder too, because I’m definitely not ready to give these two up just yet. I probably won’t ever be.
He stopped some two yards from where I stood and slowly tucked his hands into his pockets. His eyes were still pointed at my feet when he said, “Nice shoes.”
I let that statement and the delicious timbre of his voice dance between my head and heart; then predictably, it settled between my hipbones in the vicinity of my ovaries. If my body were a map, the area currently suffering prolonged side effects was just south of my uterus and north of my thighs.
So, my vagina.
Hence, my helplessness.
Before Quinn, my vagina and I were acquainted but not really friends. It seemed like a bother mostly, a mystery, always underperforming or causing me pain. I reflected that my troubles were likely user error; but I wasn’t certain how to operate it. Admittedly, I’d never successfully navigated the labyrinth known as the labia, never mind the confounding clitoris.
However, since Quinn, I’d become willingly powerless against all of its parts (not to mention his parts).
Giving the woman you’re going to marry an outrageously expensive ring to mark her as your own was genius. Women probably thought they were the winners of tradition in this scenario. They were wrong.
Men were the winners, because the prize wasn’t the ring. The prize was the woman.
He grew rigid again when my arms tightened around his torso, but he relaxed when I placed several quick kisses on his neck and whispered in his ear, “I love you, Quinn Sullivan. You are precious to me, and I will love you always. And if I die before you, I plan to haunt you.”
He glanced at me over his shoulder, his eyes sad but warm, and stole another quick kiss from me. “Ditto,” he said.
I ensnared his gaze and suggested, “Perhaps you could learn to make pottery so that posthumously we can use the wheel together in a sensual, mystically transcendent display of affection.”
I was rewarded with a grin and an expression that was considerably less melancholy when he responded, “Consider it done.”
“Are you warm?” he asked, looking only mildly interested.
“No, Quinn. I’m hot. In fact, I’m burning up, in case you didn’t already know.” Throwing caution to the wind, I stood and released a third button, pulled my shirttails from my skirt, and fanned the fabric, trying to encourage air flow. “You have an incendiary effect on me, and I’m quite uncomfortably aroused right now. Your biometrics might be completely unaffected by my presence, but all you have to do is call me Kitten and I experience vasomotor symptoms.”
I know I’m late to the Penny Reid party, but am I the only one?
Have you read any of her books? Did you love them like I do?
What’s your favorite?
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