Welcome to my stop on the review tour for Meghan Quinn’s latest release, Twisted Twosome! If you’re looking for laughs and swoons, look no further! This is the book for you.
Twisted Twocome by Meghan Quinn
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Publication date: August 3, 2017
Format: eARC, 332 pages
How I got it: From the author
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Buy it: Amazon
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.
I received a complimentary copy of this book for review consideration.
This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
If you read My Best Friend’s Ex, you no doubt remember Racer and if you remember Racer, I probably don’t need to explain how excited I was to learn Twisted Twosome was his book. He was one hell of a secondary character in My Best Friend’s Ex, but there’s no no doubt he’s the star of the show here. What an amazing, swoony guy. *all the heart eyes*
I absolutely devoured Twisted Twosome. I could’ve done it in one sitting if it wasn’t for that pesky thing called sleep. Meghan’s books and characters are so darn addictive, it’s nearly impossible to stop reading once you’ve started. This book has all the trope-tastic fun of hate-to-love with a side of fake it until you make it, and a sweet as hell slow burn. Read: perfection. It was also a beautiful thing to watch Georgie come into her own and really find herself in this book. She was so much MORE than the spoiled rich girl she acted like in the beginning.
I loved both Racer and Georgie. It was fun to watch their animosity for the other grow into respect, then friendship and finally more. Opposites really did attract — at least at the surface level. Beyond that, these two had far more in common than I (or they) would ever have guessed. It was a joy to watch them come to that realization, too. They were both strong, complex characters and I loved them separately AND together. Of course, since I was shipping them HARD, I preferred together.
I could go on forever about all the things I loved about this book, but I’m not going to. Why waste all that time reading my review when you could be reading the book? 🙂 I will say aside from the romance and the comedy, my other favorite thing was the cast of characters. Racer and Georgie were obviously wonderful. *swoons* So were their friends. I hope Meghan keeps writing books about this crew. I love the friendships nearly as much as the relationships. Oh, and a bonus for fans of My Best Friend’s Ex — you get a couple pretty special Emma and Tucker scenes in this one. Needless to say, that made my heart happy.
With each new release, Meghan lands herself higher and higher on my all time favorite autobuy author list. Not only does she make me literally laugh out loud… she makes me swoon and sigh. Her books are the perfect combination of funny, sweet, sexy and emotional. I just can’t get enough of them and I don’t see that changing anytime soon. Now I can go back to waiting on her next release with total grabby hands. It literally doesn’t even matter what it is, I’m going to read it. (And love it.)
“Is it me, or does it make him that much hotter that he knows beautiful words?”
“Life is short, Georgie. You never know when your time is up, so spend every waking moment you have experiencing what life has to offer. Your clothes will dry, but your memory of this moment will live forever.”
“Be flawsome, Racer, because honestly I wouldn’t expect anything less from you.”
“Make mistakes, tell the worst truth rather than the best lie, love hard, and be the better man.”
“You can run all you want now, Princess, but just know this. You’re. Mine. Tonight.”
I want this to last forever. I want to capture this feeling and hold on to it. He’s so robust, overwhelming, consuming. I’m lost. I’m lost in this man’s touch, his words, his grunts, his cock buried so far inside me I’m confident I will never catch my breath.
“Thanks for lunch, I haven’t had a fine peanut butter and jelly sandwich in quite some time.” Racer takes a giant bite from one of three sandwiches I made him. The man can eat; I just want to know where he puts it all. “What is this, crunchy peanut butter?” He looks over the sandwich, studying it intently.
“Yes, it’s crunchy with mixed berry jam.”
He nods and takes another bite. He talks with his mouth full, which for some weird reason makes him oddly adorable. “Nice touch, George. The peanuts add a nice texture.”
“Are you going all food critic on my PB and J skills right now?”
Lifting his shirt, he dabs away some of the sweat that’s collecting on his forehead, beneath his backward hat. His abs flex with the movement, drawing my attention. Each divot calling out to me to touch, to examine . . . to lick.
“I think every human should be judged on their PB and J skills.”
I pull my eyes away from his stomach just in time not to get caught staring. “Why do you think that?”
“Because,” he takes another bite, “I think building a peanut butter and jelly sandwich is in everyone’s repertoire, but only the truly skilled know how to make a proper one. And I want to be friends with the truly skilled.”
“Is that so?” I take a drink of my green tea and study him for a second, watching the way the muscles in his jaw move with each bite and swallow. It’s sexy.
His neck is sexy? Is that possible?
“So where do I land on your scale of sandwich artists?”
He smiles from my term, and I realize how much I adore his boyish charm. Pulling his eyes away from me, he examines one of the sandwiches I made him and starts assessing it. “Good ratio of peanut butter to jelly. Nice choice in bread. The crunch you added has been a pleasant surprise, and the mixed berry jam is fucking delightful.” I giggle from his girly term. “But . . .”
I perk up; there’s a but? “But what?”
He quirks his mouth to the side, almost to say, “Sorry, but you’re not quite perfect.” “The bread, it should have been toasted. Toasting it would have taken you to boss level when it comes to the PB and J.”
He nods and takes another bite. “When you don’t toast a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, the peanut butter and bread form a paste on the roof of your mouth. Even though it tastes good, it can get quite irritating.”
“But I didn’t have a toaster.”
“Well, If I knew I was going to be critiqued, I would have sprung for bacon.”
He pauses mid bite and stares at me over his sandwich. “You’re a beast for bringing up the option.”
I polish off the rest of my sandwich and wipe my fingers. “Well, maybe next time you’ll communicate expectations better. I’m not a mind reader, Racer. Frankly, the fact I didn’t make boss level is on you, not me.”
I stand and gather my trash as he stares me down. “Don’t you turn this on me. You didn’t have a toaster. The toaster is what’s key. This is on you, Georgie. This is on you!” he calls out as I make my way to the back, laughing to myself the entire time.
Have you read any of Meghan’s books?
Do you have a favorite?