It finally happened, I lost my virginity. Cue applause and cheers.
For a while life was all rainbows and kittens prancing in a sky full of cotton candy clouds…that was until the demands of the real world set in.
My best friend is getting married and she asked me to be her maid of honor. She’s not worried about flowers, or the dress, or the food at the venue. No, she’s worried about the bachelorette party, what kind of penis crown she will wear, and the nipple size of the stripper who will be attending.
I’m in way over my head trying to balance life with a boyfriend, planning a penis party, and writing my romance novel. Something is bound to give.
Her bosom heaved at an alarming rate as his rough hand found its way down to her soft, yet wiry briar patch…
Can you say briar patch in a romance novel? What about meat sword? That’s what it is…a meat sword, right, all meaty and sword like, slaying through the inner dungeons of a woman’s dark desires. What about breasts? Do bosoms really heave?
God, I have no idea what happens when private parts touch.
I’m a virgin trying to write a romance novel and can’t seem to write past a sex scene thanks to my lack of experience.
My two best friends encourage me to drop the pen for a while and gain some real life practice through multiple dating facets such as blind dates, online profiles, and random hookups.
But losing my virginity is proving to be tougher than expected…
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!
Warning: Do not read this book in public. Doing so will mean awkward stares from strangers and uncomfortable eye contact.
Yay!! Rosie and Henry are back and just as quirky as ever. I loved these two in The Virgin Romance Novelist and I was super excited when I found out we would get a follow up to their story. I really needed to know what happened after Rosie found the big O!!
Between the fights that we all have and Rosie reading her kindle during sex so she can experiment with positions, Henry has to be the most patient boyfriend on the planet. His love for Rosie shines on the pages of this book. He is sweet, romantic, caring and incredibly sexy!!
Rosie on the other hand has to be the most awkward and accident prone woman to ever grace the pages on a romance novel!! Her seemingly endless run of bad luck and her zainy take on life make for a roller coaster of hilarity!!
This is a super fun read that will have you laughing, crying (from laughing so hard) and swooning!! It was nice to get Henry's perspective this go around and Rosie is still as adorkable as ever!! All their friends are back and we can't forget Sir Licks-A-Lot!! All in all it was a great read with all the quirky humor we have come to expect from Meghan Quinn. I wouldn't mind a little more Rosie and Henry in my life.