Review – Twisted Twosome by Meghan Quinn

Twisted Twosome by Meghan Quinn

My rating: 6 of 5 stars

When you begin a book rolling in laughter, then alternate between snort-laughing and shedding tears in between, and finally end with a huge grin, you know that story is A KEEPER, one that wowed you! Oh did Twisted Twosome by Meghan Quinn Author WOW ME!!! This enemies-to-lovers tale is the best FUSION of FIRE and ICE!!!

Racer McCay is hot and humorous, a lethal combination. I admired this blunt, barrel-full-of-belly-laughs-inducing guy, who perseveres despite a rough life. Racer is a riot and I was DEAD…just DEAD from the outrageously entertaining moments. He is the ultimate PRINCE CHARM-YOUR-PANTIES OFF!!! I LOVED him so hard!!!

Racer. How can that name make every vein in my body tingle?

Georgina is sassy and smart, not the stereotypical rich girl. She is so much more!! She is fierce and independent, a woman who wants to go after her dreams on her own. This princess is both beauty and brains. I LOVED this warrior woman!!! Georgina gives as good as she gets.

The banter is hot and heated between these two fire-crackers of opponents, and I ACHED for MORE!!!

"Plan on getting a lot of shade thrown your way."

"You're fist-fighting with fire there, Princess.
"You have no idea who you're dealing with."

"And neither do you."

The INSTA-CHEMISTRY between Racer and Georgina is combustible as their combative dialogue is masked with desire. I could FEEL the hero and heroines' burn through banter blaze through me. HOT. HUMOROUS. HEADY. HEARTFELT.

"Tomorrow we can go back to bickering, but tonight, please help me see happiness, help me know what it's like to be free."

Racer and Georgina pulled me into their wave of passion where I felt it too. Twisted Twosome, this heart-stopping hurricane, hit my heart with a force I never saw coming, a force I was desperate to feel.

Did she feel it too? Did she feel the connection?

Oh did I FEEL!!! I felt this connection too. I connected so closely with these characters that their turmoil and triumphs felt like mine.

"All it takes is a little humanity to help you fall for another soul. And I'm falling, I'm falling hard."

I FELL SO HARD for this romance, Twisted Twosome, a tale that twisted itself around my heart and never let go. This love story pulled on my heart…hitting it…hurting it…healing it. My soul soared, struck hard by this tender twister of a tale that thrust itself at me, emotions exploding everywhere.

Meghan Quinn flawlessly infuses humor and heart into her romances. The humor is perfectly timed to come in and hug the heart that's on the verge of breaking. I NEEDED those spells of snort-laughter in Twisted Twosome to dry the tears from the heart-wielding words that made me crumble. Oh did I SHATTER but oh did I SWOON and SOAR with pride too when these characters finally found their wings to fly.

Like a fine wine, Meghan Quinn's writing becomes even better with age. I can't decide if Twisted Twosome is my new favorite rom-com or if it's tied for first place with My Best Friend's Ex by Meghan Quinn as both SIX-STAR STORIES WERE EVERYTHING! How can Twisted Twosome not be a top read when Meghan brings the readers straight into the story?!? These characters pause from their interaction and switch to speak directly to the reader, which is highly engaging and personable, drawing the reader deeper into the story. I was IN DEEP…hook…line…sinker.

Twisted Twosome is a SLOW BURN of smolder, sweetness, sass, and strength. This love story is ENTICING and EXPLOSIVELY ENTERTAINING, one that will burst through you like sunlight: intense, hot and heavenly! Twisted Twosome brings ALL OF THE FEELS in a romance that hugs the heart while tickling the funny-bone. Go be one with Twisted Twosome NOW!!!

"I just want you to know I see you."

💋💋💋💋💋💋 sweet and smoldering 'Little Debbie' kisses

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Racer McKay is a broody bastard.
From the moment I met him, he’s been rude, irritable, and unbearable. 
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.
*Twisted Twosome is a stand alone romantic comedy.

“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.”
“Toasting it?”
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.”
“Rookie mistake.”
“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. 


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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