TWISTED TWOSOME
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.
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Darra's Review:
Racer was questionable compared my love for Tucker. He seemed over the top crazy friend. However once I read more about him, he is much more than expected. I do have a soft spot for Meghan. She makes me laugh in every book she writes. That is one of the must difficult things an author can do. Is make each person randomly laugh out loud so all the strangers think you are off your knocker.
Despite Racer being the life of the party, he has major issues to take care of. Most people don't know about it. However he is given the opportunity to fix this with a project he wanted to do nothing with. Especially with Georgie. At first, she seems like the entitled girl that always gets her way. It turns out not the be the case. Her Dad is a dick. Despite her Dad's thought on where a women belongs, her plans are to become her own person.
Both stories intertwine and they become much more than boss vs contractor. And this is the part you will love. Should I tell you more. Nah, just read it.
I rate this book a 4.5 out of 5.
Despite Racer being the life of the party, he has major issues to take care of. Most people don't know about it. However he is given the opportunity to fix this with a project he wanted to do nothing with. Especially with Georgie. At first, she seems like the entitled girl that always gets her way. It turns out not the be the case. Her Dad is a dick. Despite her Dad's thought on where a women belongs, her plans are to become her own person.
Both stories intertwine and they become much more than boss vs contractor. And this is the part you will love. Should I tell you more. Nah, just read it.
I rate this book a 4.5 out of 5.
Sunny's Review:
I was pretty excited to find out that Racer was getting a book. I loved him in My Best Friend's Ex. He was so funny and such a good friend to Tucker. I enjoyed learning about his story and finding out why he was the way that he was. His personality is a little bit annoying. I mean we all have the one friend that is almost never serious. Well, that is Racer. He jokes and is constantly being goofy. I can only handle a little bit of my friends that are that way. Racer definitely could be serious and he did not let his pranks get in the way of his work. Georgie was okay to me. She was not my favorite character but she was super annoying either. I liked that she was not like her family and worked for what she wanted. She had no issue going against her father. I ended up liking her a little bit better towards the end but I can't tell you why without ruining the book. There were a lot of really funny parts of this book and I did enjoy it.
I am giving this book 4.5 stars out of 5. This book is not my favorite of this series but it is still good. Go get it. I feel like most people will love it more than I do.
Excerpt:
“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.
About the Author:
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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