Review – Co-Wrecker by Meghan Quinn – Bookalicious Babes Blog

NERD ALERT!!! NERD ALERT!!! NERD ALERT!!! My name is Karen and I have a new love for nerds…and it’s all Meghan Quinn’s fault! Megan Quinn MADE ME fall in love with the hottest nerd EVER in Co-Wrecker! I had Can’t Buy Me Love—that high-school nerd-meets-popular-cheerleader movie—flashbacks while reading. Co-Wrecker is flirty and fun, a romance where you can’t help but laugh and love! Oh did I LAUGH and LOVE sooo hard!

Co-Wrecker claimed me from the very first page!!! The conversational style writing—so raw and real—CONSUMED ME!!! Co-Wrecker CLICKED!!! I was UTTERLY ENAMOURED with this love story of hot nerd meets brooding beauty and boss. The ice cream shop setting was super fun and brought back many memories. Meghan Quinn, you HAD ME at Friendly’s!!! BEST. SETTING. EVER!!!

Andrew starts a new summer gig at an ice cream shop where he works for a brooding beauty who trains him, giving him the scoop on everything ice cream shop worker. Andrew is not your typical nerd, he is a SMOKIN’ HOT nerd with a bangin’ body, dark hair and glasses with the tall and muscular frame that many drool over at the gym. I was drooling like dripping ice cream because Andrew is a NERD GOD!!! Add scrumptious looks to a funny, flirty, loving, dirty-talking, and possessive alpha personality and you have PURE PERFECTION!!! I LOVED Andrew more than Friendly’s!!!

Blonde and blue-eyed Sadie is Andrew’s trainer at work, a brooding beauty who captures Andrew’s attention right away. Their chemistry is COMBUSTIBLE though Sadie tries to fight that build-up between them.

Everything about this woman is hard as nails but it’s as if when she’s with me, in this little comfort cocoon we formed, she’s soft, sweet, and playful.

With a tight circle of friends she can trust with her secretive past, Andrew will have to break barriers to capture Sadie and make her his, though she can’t help but melt around this gorgeous, lovable, and naughty nerd.

I’m hot for this nerd.

Oh Meghan Quinn! I was HOT for this nerd too! I fell for the nerd who hit me hard like a cannon, and oh was Andrew ALL THAT! Andrew is endearing plus those toned biceps and muscular body don’t hurt. Sadie can’t help but be wrapped up into Andrew’s contagious bubble. Andrew’s personality is over-the-top fun and flirty, just like this story.

“You make me lose my f**king mind.” I whisper.

Her fingers dance along my back.

“You make me forget the world around us.”

Lines blur…secrets surface…the past pounds into them like thunder. Will the co-worker become the co-wrecker, wrecking this relationship before it’s really begun?

Like an ice cream sundae, Co-Wrecker is SIMPLY DELICIOUS, a romance that hits all the right spots. This story SPARKED TO LIFE!!! This book is a breath of fresh air filled, fun and flirty with a lethal dose of heat, humor, and heart. An all-alpha meets sexy nerd; a beautiful and brave heroine; combustible chemistry; witty writing; a fun setting; a raw and real-feeling plot; and a seamless storyline make Co-Wrecker one incredible love story. SO INCREDIBLY GOOD! Co-Wrecker is the perfect romance with a cherry on top!

“He’s a four-leaf clover in a field of weeds.”

This sweet and sexy story made me SWOON IN SPADES!!! Co-Wrecker wrapped itself around me and never let go! I LOVED this love story!!! Co-Wrecker OWNED EVERY OUNCE OF ME!!! I’m still consumed by Co-Wrecker, a hot nerd that wrecked me for all other nerds in a story that is still HOLDING ME. Friendly’s will never be the same.

5 ‘sturdy tits’ cherries (because ice cream and more)

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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.

Knowing I will probably regret this, I lift from the freezer, ice cream scraper in hand, and jerk toward Sadie just in time to slip on some melted ice on the floor shooting me across the fountain and straight into Sadie.

But not just Sadie; straight into her chest—her billowing, womanly chest. It’s a satisfyingly soft cushion for my head but from her instant outrage, I’m going to guess she’s not keen on me using her breasts as a pillow.

“What the hell are you doing?” she asks, trying to back away, difficult when I’ve got her pinned against the counter.

Fumbling to get some kind of grasp on my falling body, scraper still in hand, I give her a bit of motor boat—not on purpose—and muffle in her breasts, “I’m sowwy.”

“Get off me.”

“I’m twying,” I say, finally getting a grip on the counter behind her and standing tall. Glasses askew, hat on the floor, and a smothered feeling on my face, I straighten my apron and clear my throat. “My apologies.” Her friend is laughing, hand on her stomach, as I push my glasses back on my nose. “Although, I’m grateful for your sturdy bosom for catching my fall. It might have been a twisty straw to the eye, and I’m not sure my glasses would have held up on such an impact.”

Sturdy bosom? Shit, Andrew, don’t fucking say words like bosom. And for the love of God, don’t say a woman has a STURDY bosom. Say words like tits. Tits are more manly.

“Tits,” I mutter.

“Excuse me?” Sadie has the look of horror on her face.

Fuck, did I say that out loud?

“I think he said tits, Sadie,” her friend cuts in, thumbing through the straw holder. Yup, I said tits out loud.

“I heard him, Smills,” Sadie mutters under her breath.

Glaring at me, looking for an answer, I shrug my shoulders, because I have nothing. No way of digging myself out of this one. Funny how your brain can literally stop working the minute you need it the most. Come on, old fella, kick it into high gear. Come up with something witty, something snarky, something that will put a Band-Aid over this rather raw and embarrassing incident.

But, good fuck. I just had my face in her chest. What man could come back quickly from that?

“Well . . .” Sadie has her arms crossed over her bosom, waiting for an answer. No. Her arms are crossed over her breasts. Shit. Shit.

Nerves crawl up the back of my neck, igniting my ears into lava levels of heat. Crap. Just say anything.

Clearing my throat, I pat her shoulder and say, “Sturdy tits.”

And here I thought it couldn’t get any worse, at least my hand didn’t pat down her breast to see if her nipples were made of steel, or to see if her areolas consist of chain-link mesh. You have to look at the positive.

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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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