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Basics: My Best Friend's Ex was released on June 1st 2017 and is 407 pages long. Genre wise My Best Friend's Ex belongs to contemporary romance, romance, family and drama.
Description:
Seeing that cardboard
makes me feel itchy, I chose the latter. Which shouldn't be that big of a deal
since Tucker is one of my good friends. And because he's still pining after his
ex-girlfriend and I'm trying to finish my nursing degree, there is nothing to
worry about in the romance department, making my last semester an easy one to
conquer.
Boy, was I wrong.
Rules are set, dinners
are made, conversations are had, and a shirtless, swoony roommate walks around
in nothing but a pair of black briefs, ruining me for every other man.
Before I know it, I
turn into a panting, lust-filled woman begging for Tucker to kiss me, touch me,
and show me exactly what is hiding under those briefs.
But with great orgasms,
comes great consequences.
Tucker might be my
friend and roommate but he’s also my best friend's ex-boyfriend, making him
completely off-limits. At least that's what my brain is telling me, my heart is
speaking an entirely different language.
Overall thoughts: I LOVED My Best Friend's Ex! It is now my favorite book of Meghan Quinn's and I seriously want Tucker and Emma's relationship to last forever. This book was steamy, had the perfect amount of humor and sexual tension. But most of all, My Best Friend's Ex focuses on real life issues and Meghan Quinn has a gift for writing such heart wrenching, wonderful, contemporary romances. She sucks you in the the main couple bickering one chapter and the next chapter you'll be hugging onto your kindle and crying. Which for me is great but I read to escape the daily stresses of everyday life but at the same time...sometimes you just need to feel things and cry! And Meghan Quinn is my go to author for this because she makes me cry and feel good because everything truly does work out one way or another. My Best Friend's Ex is in the running to be one of my favorite and best reads of 2017. Highly recommend!
Couple Chemistry Rating: 5/5 Shells
Excerpt: “Morning,” Tucker’s deep voice rattles off the
cabinets. It’s his morning voice, deeper, throatier—if that makes sense—and I
hate to admit it, because he’s just my friend, but sexier.
Once my pupils adjust to the light, I take
Tucker in. He’s standing in front of the stove, rubber spatula in hand, wearing
a white long-sleeve Henley shirt, the top two buttons undone, a pair of worn
jeans with a few paint stains on them, and tan work boots. Sweet Jesus, he
makes construction look good. Strap a tool belt around his waist and stick him
in front of a camera for the benefit of all womankind.
“Morning,” I say in reply, using the counter to
help hold up my tired body. “You’re up early. What time do you have to go into
work?”
“Around seven thirty. I like to get an early
start before the boys come in.” He looks me up and down, a small smile at the
corner of his lips. “You look good.” He motions around his head with his hand.
“I really like what you did with your hair.”
I turn toward the window in the kitchen and
check out my reflection. Sure enough, my long brown hair looks like a lion’s
mane poofed out and framing my face with an abundance of volume. Beautiful.
There is no use in taming it, so I leave my
hair as is and turn back toward Tucker. “Not many people can get this kind of
height while sleeping.” I pretend to fluff my hair.
“Impressive.” He chuckles and then points to
the coffee maker with the spatula. “Coffee is done, mugs are above in the
cabinet. Grab me a cup, will ya? Eggs will be done shortly, bacon is warming in
the oven.”
I do as directed, thinking it’s kind of cute
how he’s including me in on his little morning breakfast. “I didn’t even know
you had eggs. I was expecting to hit up Dunkin’ Donuts or Tim Horton’s this
morning.”
He turns off the stove and reaches for two
plates from the dish rack. “I went to Walmart this morning. Picked up a few
things.”
“This morning?” I pour two cups of coffee and
turn toward him. “What time did you wake up?”
“Four thirty,” he answers casually. “Got a
quick run in, did some weights, took a shower and then went to Walmart.” He
fills our plates with bacon and eggs and then nods toward the dining room,
plates and silverware in hand. “I have a surprise.”
I follow him to the dining room where he flips
on the light and reveals a card table fold-out dining set.
“You got a table.” I chuckle, loving that it’s
a fold-out card table with matching chairs. Anything is better than the floor.
“And placemats,” he adds, as he lifts two
plastic placemats from one of the chairs. “The options were bleak so I went
with dinosaurs for me and Trolls for you. Given the look of your morning hair,
Trolls was the right choice.” Clever
bastard. He sets them on the table and then puts our plates on top of them.
God, it’s too freaking cute. Chuckling, I take
a seat and hand him his coffee. “Look at you getting all domestic. I never
thought you would be a placemat kind of man, I stand corrected.”
He rests a napkin on his legs, which are spread
drastically, almost the length of the table and leans over to fork some eggs
into his mouth. “Didn’t want our food to damage the plastic of this high-class
table.” I love the humor in his voice, it reminds me of all the good times we
had, before the end of his relationship with Sadie.
“Smart man, you want this table to last.”
“Of course, you don’t see fine furniture like
this in houses anymore. Everything has to be so sturdy. What ever happened to
rickety furniture and living through a meal with the threat of your food
possibly kissing the floor at any point in time?”
“The horror,” I joke.
He looks up at me. Some of his hair is still
wet from his shower. Pointing his fork at me he says, “Are you ready to be
schooled?”
“Schooled on what?” I take a bite of bacon and
my stomach jumps in excitement for finally rewarding it for waking up early.
All right, I will admit it, getting out of bed was a smart idea.
“It’s Monday, babe. DJ Hot Cock has his song
picked and ready to show you what real music is.”
“When was my music taste ever questioned? I
like good music.”
“We’ll see.” He reaches into his pocket and
pulls out his phone. I watch as he flips through it until he lands on the song
he wants to introduce me to. He presses play and sets his phone on the table.
The light pickings of a guitar fill the small dining room. I don’t recognize
the song, but I like the sound of it so far.
Just as I’m settling in to the sweet pickings
of a guitar, the distinct voice of Zac Brown chimes in. I’ve known Tucker for
loving EMO growing up, so his choice in a country song is very surprising to
me, but when I look up at him, pure hometown country boy sitting across from
me, it makes perfect sense.
And then the lyrics hit me. My Old Man. Zac sings about his father,
hoping he’s proud of the man he’s become. I’m transported back to a dreary day
in Whitney Point, where we grew up, when Sadie called me one Saturday morning.
I was getting ready for the day. We were in middle school. Tucker’s dad was
killed by a head-on collision, the dad Tucker just reconnected with, the dad
Tucker had plans on moving in with to get away from his neglectful mom. Those
next few days—and weeks—were a whirlwind of sorrow. Attending his funeral, my
first ever funeral, seeing the look of devastation on Tucker’s face, wondering
what he might be feeling, trying to channel his hurt, it was so much to take on
as a teenager.
Glancing up, I take in Tucker’s expression.
He’s lost in the music, in the words, just like me. When the song ends, I lean
over and place my hand on his, our eyes meet and there is an unspoken
understanding between us. I don’t have to say anything about his dad, about the
tragedy we went through so many years ago together as friends. It’s all said
between this silent exchange.
Favorite Quotes: "Is this new a rule? Must meet roommate at door?" Yes because you came home to me. -Emma & Tucker
Our souls connect in this moment. It's as though we're making a silent vow to one another that our friendship will never be the same, but what resides in our near future has the promise of parallel serendipity beyond anything we've ever experienced. -Tucker
My Rating: 5/5 Shells
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About Meghan Quinn
A BLONDE AT HEART: 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!
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!
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