Today is a day to rejoice as the second installment in the Love and Sports series, Double Coverage by Meghan Quinn, is released! Keep reading to get a glimpse of this enticing book and stay tuned as I will be reviewing this book on Friday!
Psychotic Una-bomber with the constant mensies is the way Mason describes his flying companion, Piper Shores. After a horrific break up with his now ex, Brooke, he finds himself being engulfed by the temperamental red head that just so happens to be the maid of honor to one of his best friends, Lexi. Even though she grates on his every nerve, he can’t help but want a piece of her.
The two are like oil and water, a science experiment ready to explode any second but they can’t help but be drawn to each other. The only problem is… there are other people they are involved with who not only prevent Mason and Piper from being together, but interrupt any chance they have at making a relationship work.
EXCERPT:
She stared at him with a hand on her hip. “What’s all this about?” she asked, motioning her hand between the two of them. “What do you want from me?”
A flash of hurt showed through his eyes, but was replaced with sincerity. “I want to be friends.”
“Friends?” Piper laughed. “Mason, we hate each other. How could we possibly be friends?”
Mason came towards her and set the broom down, placing her hands in his. The warmth that radiated off him shot straight through her body all the way to her core. Her breath caught in her throat at the proximity of him and the way his eyes bore down on her made her want to cream her pants right then and there.
“I don’t hate you, Piper. Is that how you feel about me? You hate me?”
She did and she didn’t. She hated him for making her feel the way she was feeling at the moment, completely and utterly confused…as well as happy and warm. This wasn’t supposed to be happening. Mason was supposed to stay the ass that he was and she was supposed to be happy with only Jax touching her, but the way Mason’s thumbs caressed her knuckles made her shiver and the movements scrambled her brain.
“I don’t hate you.”
“Then, we can be friends?”
She tried to pull away, but he didn’t let her. “No, we can’t. Not when you obviously want more. I’m seeing someone Mason, someone I very much like.”
Mason blew out a frustrated breath, but kept her hands in his. “He’s a lucky guy, but I just want to be friends. I promise, this is all innocent. I will never cross the line.”
“Holding hands is innocent?” she asked, as she accidently rubbed his hand with her thumb as well. Was that an accident? No, because she kept doing it. Her thumbs apparently were calling mutiny on her brain.
“Completely innocent,” he responded in his deep baritone.
“Okay, but that’s it. Friends don’t kiss.”
A flash of hurt showed through his eyes, but was replaced with sincerity. “I want to be friends.”
“Friends?” Piper laughed. “Mason, we hate each other. How could we possibly be friends?”
Mason came towards her and set the broom down, placing her hands in his. The warmth that radiated off him shot straight through her body all the way to her core. Her breath caught in her throat at the proximity of him and the way his eyes bore down on her made her want to cream her pants right then and there.
“I don’t hate you, Piper. Is that how you feel about me? You hate me?”
She did and she didn’t. She hated him for making her feel the way she was feeling at the moment, completely and utterly confused…as well as happy and warm. This wasn’t supposed to be happening. Mason was supposed to stay the ass that he was and she was supposed to be happy with only Jax touching her, but the way Mason’s thumbs caressed her knuckles made her shiver and the movements scrambled her brain.
“I don’t hate you.”
“Then, we can be friends?”
She tried to pull away, but he didn’t let her. “No, we can’t. Not when you obviously want more. I’m seeing someone Mason, someone I very much like.”
Mason blew out a frustrated breath, but kept her hands in his. “He’s a lucky guy, but I just want to be friends. I promise, this is all innocent. I will never cross the line.”
“Holding hands is innocent?” she asked, as she accidently rubbed his hand with her thumb as well. Was that an accident? No, because she kept doing it. Her thumbs apparently were calling mutiny on her brain.
“Completely innocent,” he responded in his deep baritone.
“Okay, but that’s it. Friends don’t kiss.”
When I was in high school I occasionally read books but was consumed by other teenage things so I didn't take the time to appreciate a good book on a cloudy day, wrapped up in a blanket on the couch. It wasn't until I received a Kindle for Christmas one year that my world completely flipped upside down. When looking for books I came across the Contemporary Romance genre and was sold and I haven't turned back since.
You can either find my head buried in my Kindle, listening to inspiring heart ripping music or typing away on the computer twisting and turning the lives of my characters while driving my readers crazy with anticipation.
I currently reside in beautiful Colorado Springs where the sun is always shining and there is a trail waiting to be hiked on every corner. I share a lovely and warm home with the love of my life and my five, four-legged children.
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I currently reside in beautiful Colorado Springs where the sun is always shining and there is a trail waiting to be hiked on every corner. I share a lovely and warm home with the love of my life and my five, four-legged children.
FACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/
GOODREADS: https://www.goodreads.com/
WEBSITE: http://authormeghanquinn.com/
TWITTER: https://twitter.com/
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