STROKED HARD by Meghan Quinn #ReleaseBlitz

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He’s hot. Like, stop breathing kind of hot with his killer body, vivid blue eyes, and constant five o’clock shadow.Did I mention his body? Watching Hollis Knightly, Olympic diving gold medalist, man-pony specialist—

and cocky bastard—stand up on the diving platform in nothing but a
small piece of Spandex? Yeah, I’m beguiled.
And easily seduced.
I want to keep things light but he won’t leave me alone. And hell, if he’s not wearing
me thin.
What is supposed to be a simple summer fling with a very hot man, has now
morphed into a f*cked-up mess of feelings, attachment, and dare I say
it…love. But I don’t do relationships. And Hollis Knightly does.
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excerpt

A joke about Reese getting his makeup done is on the tip of my tongue when I turn
to see a little brunette with sun-kissed hair, beautifully bronzed skin, and the biggest
fucking green eyes I’ve ever seen standing behind Reese.
Holy shit.
The hottest fucking woman I’ve ever seen is standing behind him wearing ripped
jean shorts, a tight-as-hell white tank top, and teal Converse. Her hair is shoulder
length, wavy, and looks so fucking soft that all I want to do is bury my head in it. But
what’s really causing my pants to grow tighter by the minute are her pink-glossed
plump lips. I’m mesmerized by the way the lights bounce off them and I can’t fucking
help the way my mind wanders, wondering all the ways I can have fun with those
lips.
“Are you coming, man?” Reese asks as he walks away.
What? Oh shit.
“Sure. You need me to hold your hand like last time?” I ask, chasing after them. “I
don’t mind, but when the scary blow dryer comes at you again, I won’t be cleaning
your inner thighs again from pee dribble. I did it once and it was fucking creepy.
Never again.”
I don’t get a response besides the middle finger directed at me from behind his
back.
Reese sits in a black chair, his large body making the poor seat look like a toothpick.
He exhales and slouches as Miss Pouty Lips starts to play around with his
hair.
Jealousy instantly consumes me. I want to blast my best friend from his seat and
take his place just to experience the feel of her pink painted nails running through
my hair.
Are her toes painted pink as well? Or does she have them painted a different shade?
Fuck, I don’t care, either way I’m hell-bent on figuring it out.
“Do you have dryland later today or do you want to grab dinner?” Reese asks,
pulling my eyes off her fingers for a second.
“Are you paying?”
“Cheap fuck.”
I shrug. “I save my money for more important things, like dates.” The girl looks up at
me and gives me a courtesy smile. Eh, I’ll take it. “Dude, you’re so fucking
rude.”
“What did I do?” Reese asks.
“Uh, you didn’t introduce me to your friend.” I nod at the girl.
“Because I don’t even know her name.” Reese looks a little ashamed as he admits his
fault.
I come closer and say, “Then you are fucking rude.” I hold my hand out. “Hi, I’m
Hollis and this is my rude as fuck friend, Reese.”
The girl shakes my hand quickly, giving me a brief taste of how her palm would
match up with mine. “Melony. Nice to meet you.”
“Melony, what a beautiful name.”
Reese snorts, right between us. Not in an awkward kind of a way, more in a dude’s
blowing up my game kind of way.
He sits back in his chair and crosses his arms over his chest. “Oh shit, this is going to
be good.”
Ignoring him, I keep my attention focused on Melony. “Do you frequent these shoots
often?”
Another snort. “That’s the best you got?” Reese asks. “Come on, man. You’re better
than the old ‘you come around here often’ pick-up line.”
He’s right, but fuck, I’m kind of thrown off my game a little. It’s the glossiness of her
lips; they’re distracting me. Would that gloss help her slide right along my
dick?
Melony ignores Reese’s barb and says, “I do all hair and makeup for the show,
mostly for Bellini.”
Conversation door open.
“Oh shit, and you haven’t been burnt by dragon lady’s spitting fire yet?”
She flips her hair to the side and grins at me. “Why do you think my hair is
short?”
Fuck. I like her. Just like that. The sexy grin, the flip of her soft hair, the mischief in
her eyes. Yup, I’m a fucking goner.
But just as soon as the words slip from her mouth, she straightens up and looks at
Reese. “Oh crap. I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry, Mr. King. Bellini is . . .” she swallows
hard and continues, “a nice lady.”
Reese waves it off. “She can be a bitch.”
It’s all he says but I know what he really means. Bellini is the epitome of the devil
reincarnated. Unfortunately, given his situation, he has to be politically correct.
Frankly I don’t know why he’s putting himself through this kind of torture. Trials
aren’t for six months; you would think his publicist could come up with something
else for him to do after his last stint at the Olympics. If I were him, I would fire my
publicist’s ass.
“Reese, can you spare a moment over here for a second?” a squirrely man I know by
the name of Jasper asks. Reese excuses himself giving me the perfect opportunity to
talk with Melony.
She’s washing some makeup brushes, busying herself and staying as far away from
me as possible. Too bad for her, I have other plans.
“Where are you from, Melony?” She glances in my direction but turns back to her
brushes.
“Here,” she says curtly.
“Born and raised a Cali girl, huh? That’s—”
“I’m going to stop you right there.” She holds her hand up. “I see where this is
going.”
“And where is this going?” I ask, stepping closer to her.
She gives me the once-over and puts her hand on her hip. “You say some cheesy
stuff trying to get to know me. To be polite, I’ll entertain you and then you’ll ask me
out. I’ll say no and then you’ll take that as a challenge.”
I scrunch my nose. “You would say no?” That’s kind of a first for me, so I’m
interested to hear her answer.
“Not used to the word? Does the Olympic diver always get what he wants?”
“Ah, so you know who I am.” I knowingly point at her. “I knew you did from the way
you tried to see through my shirt. Don’t worry, sweetheart, the abs everyone talks
about are real.”
She scoffs. “You’re pathetic.”
Well, that’s a first as well.
“Are you trying to make me cry?” I tease.
Rolling her eyes, she steps away, putting unwanted distance between us. “Seriously,
not going to happen, Hollis, so pack up your pick-up lines and take them somewhere
else.”
“Wow.” I rest my hip against one of the tables full of beauty shit and cross my arms
over my chest. “Flatter yourself much? Who says I was even trying to pick you up?
What if I was just trying to be nice? That’s kind of embarrassing for you, assuming
such a thing.”
“Please, Hollis. Nice try. It’s not going to happen.”
Growing irritated, I ask, “And why not?”
“Because.” She points a makeup brush at me. “You’re not my type and I have zero
interest in pursuing a relationship with you.” With that, she fucking wags her pert
little ass away from me.
Well, fuck me. That didn’t go as planned.
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about-the-author

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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!
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