by Meghan Quinn
Released: September 20, 2016
**STROKED LONG can be read as a stand alone.
“This is so good, Bodi. At first I was nervous about all the veggies but this crust is amazing, really crisp with a cheesy flavor. Where did you get it?”
And here is my little secret that will blow her mind.
“It’s actually ground-up cheese and cauliflower.”
“Cauliflower?” she asks in disbelief. “There is no way that is cauliflower.” She takes no time in turning the slice in her hand over to take a look at the crust. “How could this be cauliflower?”
“Veggies can do weird things.” I take another bite, loving my cauliflower pizza.
“Typical Bodi Banks. Skips the carbs for some kind of magical cauliflower crust. Where do you get your discipline?”
I shrug. “I guess I’ve just become accustomed to it.” More like obsessed but she doesn’t need to know that. My obsessive-compulsive personality has fixated on certain things: eating healthy, training, keeping the house impeccably clean, and locking the fucking doors . . . three times.
Taking another bite, she talks with her mouth full. For some reason, I find it adorable. “I wish I could become accustomed to eating veggies like you, but my body seems to enjoy a doughnut over a carrot.”
“Ah yes, I remember your love for doughnuts.”
“How do you . . .?” Her voice trails off as recognition falls over her face. “Ugh, that damn Lauren tempting me with a doughnut. I could still punch her tuna box. How humiliating. I’m sorry you had to see me sweat over a pastry like that.”
“It was impressive.” I chuckle.
Her mouth flies open in shock, the corners of her lips tipping up in mirth. “Are you making fun of me?”
“No, I’ve just never seen someone work that hard for a doughnut. Quite the accomplishment.”
“Oh my God.” She laughs and shoves my arm. “You’re making fun of me.”
“And showing up to a swim class in a two-piece?” I tsk her with a shake of my head.
“Hey.” She holds up her finger. “I showed you how it could be a one-piece.”
“Yes, who can forget the moose knuckle?” The horrified but fun-loving look on her face makes me laugh out loud, not just chuckle or *gulp* chortle. No, I laugh.
“I don’t know if I like this Joking-Bodi. He seems to remember too many incriminating things only to use them against me later.”
“Regular-Bodi would remember the same thing. At least Joking-Bodi is more fun to be around.”
Shit, why did I just say that?
“I like both Bodis,” Ruby says without skipping a beat and finishing off her pizza, putting me at ease once again.
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by Meghan Quinn
Released: July 19, 2016
Cover Designer: Murphy Rae
Reese King: Olympic medalist, underwear model, Greek god.
His body is chiseled from rock, sculpted by the weight room, and refined by water.
On a daily basis his skin is completely bare for everyone to see, tan and defined, only covered up by a minuscule piece of spandex. There is no denying his sex appeal.
I hate to admit it, but I’m head over heels infatuated with him.
There is one HUGE problem though. His achingly gorgeous abs, inked up arm, and cocky swagger belong to my boss, the high-profile, reality star bitch from hell and certified heinous human being, Bellini Chambers.
What I think is going to be an easy job assisting a glorified wench turns into a cluster f*ck of epic proportions.
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!