THE REASON I MARRIED HIM by USA Today bestselling author Meghan Quinn released this week and we’re headed back to Almond Bay. Yay!
Wyatt Day would do anything to make sure he inherits his family cabin before his slimy cousin gets a chance to outsmart him. Just as fast as the cabin was in his possession, he’s now left to find a wife. Time for a plan, how hard could it be for a successful author to plot his own happy ever after?
Aubree Rowley is doing her best to save her sisters farm. What will happen when Wyatt shows up and wants a piece of her farm but he’d gladly give it up under one condition.
Will Aubree agree to his terms? It’s a race to the finish as Wyatt and Aubree discover that perhaps there might be a little divine intervention in their plan. Is it possible that there is more to there charade?
✔ Marriage of convenience
✔ Enemies to Lovers
✔ Reverse Grumpy Sunshine
✔ One Bed
✔ Small Town Romance
✔ Romantic Comedy
Caution, this scorchin hot read may lead to unexpected need to turn on the A/C. So steamy the pages ignite.
Plenty of delicious banter, verbal foreplay, and a ton of shenanigans as the tension builds and things heat up. Meghan Quinn has a huge backlist with plenty of adventures and readers … she’s in kindle unlimited which means reading for days! I received an Advance Reader Copy from Meghan Quinn for a fair and honest review. All opinions are my own.
“See,” he says as he turns toward me. “I am helpful on the farm.”
“Never said you weren’t helpful,” I reply as I cast the room into darkness by turning off my light. “Just that you don’t have to be on the farm every day.”
“What if I like being on the farm every day?” he asks as his fingers dance down my arm, creating a wave of goosebumps.
“Well, I mean . . . that’s, uh . . . that’s up to you,” I say as a blast of nerves hit me all at once . . . because I know what’s coming.
I know what we’ve been developing over the past few nights.
The intensity has grown.
The countdown in my head until I can slip into bed with him has kicked up.
And today, when I was washing my face and getting ready for bed, I realized that this light, airy feeling in my chest was the anticipation of how he might kiss me tonight.
“Well, I like being on the farm.” He dances his fingers down to my wrist where he encircles it and then slowly lifts my hand over my head and pins my wrist to the pillow. “I saw you looking at me through the office window.”
“What?” I say breathlessly as he lowers his head. “No . . . no, I wasn’t.”
“Darn,” he says with a devilish grin. “I was hoping to catch you. You didn’t watch me at all?”
“I, uh . . .” He brings his face so close our noses are nearly touching. “I was, um . . .” I wet my lips. “Working.”
“Maybe next time,” he says and then whispers. “Well, good night, Aubree.”
“G-good night,” I say just before his mouth descends on mine.
At first, he’s soft, exploratory, just like last night, but when I think he’s going to pull away, he applies more pressure as his mouth opens.
His body leans into mine.
And his mouth opens and closes along with mine, causing my mind to reel and my body to sing.
It’s so good.
His kisses are so delicious.
So addictive.
I cup his face softly and mold my lips against his, parting my lips as his tongue connects with mine.
Oh yes.
My grip intensifies as I take a chance and slip my tongue against his.
He mutters something as he pulls away and stares down at me, his chest heavy, his eyes searching.
I run my tongue over my lips as I keep my gaze on his. “That . . . uh, was that okay?”
“Yeah, more than okay,” he says right before he brings his mouth back to mine. This time, his body sinks into my side, the heaviness of it now falling into me like a weighted blanket. He parts my lips again, and his tongue dances across my tongue, tangling and twisting, our mouths opening wider.
He’s so good at this.
His command, his pressure, the feel of him holding me in place but also treating me as if I’m fragile. It’s unlike any kiss I’ve ever experienced. And I don’t want it to end.
It’s why I move my hand to the back of his neck.
It’s why I shift, making more room for him.
It’s why I continue to run my tongue over his, causing him to groan softly as he returns the stroke.
This is unexpected, but it’s also what I thought might happen tonight. Because the tension every night has been building. The kisses have grown. And now that he has me pinned against this bed, making out with me, using his tongue, making me feel things I don’t think I’ve ever felt, I’m slowly starting to melt.
To accept this.
To be okay with it.
To want it.
USA Today Bestselling Author, wife, adoptive mother, and peanut butter lover. Author of romantic comedies and contemporary romance, Meghan Quinn brings readers the perfect combination of heart, humor, and heat in every book.
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