Even when Quinn writes stuff that isn’t 100% my cuppa, she still does okay. I was lucky enough to grab the first two in the series from NetGalley, but this third and final story was not available. However, (1) since Quinn is a auto-yes for me already, (2) it was on pre-sale for $1.99 so even my poor ass could afford it, and (3) it was HOLLIS’ story I one-clicked the sumbitch quicker than a jackrabbit on a date. My husband can confirm his wake up call went a little something like this . . . . .
As I said before, this was the third and final in a series. Both of the previous books were enjoyable, but this was the one I had been waiting for. I am sooooooo happy to say it didn’t fail me. Hollis is the jokey perv of the Olympians – but with a heart of gold who is ready to settle down. When he sets his eye on Melony he knows she is the one. Unfortunately, Melony has some pretty serious abandonment issues so the feeling isn’t mutual. Luckily Hollis is persistent.
First things first THE BOY IS MINE . . . .
Y’all can have bearded Reece or broken Bodi. Hollis belongs to me. And you wanna know why? Because HE WAS MOTHEREFFIN’ PERFECTION!!!!! Not only was he a diver so you know he had that whole “V” thing girls splooge their pants over, but his over-the-top persona made me laugh so many times . . .
“And you’re the perfect fit for my giant dong.”
And there he is. That makes me laugh. “Oh my God, don’t say that.”
“What? It’s true. Your pussy ate my cock. That little lady was hungry.”
Please note this was a real slow burn due to Melony’s trust issues, but when things finally started heating up, they REALLY started heating up. The “self-pleasure” scene alone. Whoa . . . . . .
And when things got super serious and Hollis showed Melony a Ginuwine Pony moment . . . .
I pert near drowned in my own panties . . . .
I don’t know what else to say. I never thought I would react to a book boyfriend this way. Now, a taco???????
Read the series. It’s worth it. Errrrrry dang one of these boys . . . .
Copy paid for with my own dollars because I am a filthy whore and want to make all of the sex all of the time with Meghan Quinn’s books.
I have sunk to a new low and have officially become Meghan Quinn's Facebook stalker. She's in the process of writing this book and her status updates are making me want to ride Hollis' pony. He is MY book boyfriend because I'm the first person who created a page here for his story. That's how dibs works so get over it. Snooze ya lose and all that.
She also posts completely appropriate and sciencey stuff like this . . . .
I'm pretty sure she's my lobster.