CoWrecker by Meghan Quinn #Live #Review


NA Romantic Comedy
Photographer: Lauren Perry
Designer: Meghan Quinn

“Coworker turns into co-WRECKER pretty damn quickly.”

Meghan has been one of my go to authors since I discovered Virgin Romance Diaries a year or so ago. And I have adored everything she has written since, but this one just fell short to me. I really enjoyed Andrew and the hot nerd thing he had going for him. He was really the bright spot in this novel for me. Sadie on the the other hand.

“Its okay to hate me, because I hate me too. Maybe we should start an I Hate Sade Facebook group. Anyone want to admin?”

I will be that admin, I didn’t like Sadie until the last 10 to 15 percent of this story. She was so depressing and I felt like she was dragging the story and Andrew down. It was a gender reversal to me as well, usually you have the guy pushing the girl away and it was different in this story, which I can appreciate, but to me when a woman does it, I find it annoying, but it’s hot when a guys does… I know I’m a cliche. I will give her this… she did redeem herself in the end and I can like her now.

For me what really hurt the book, because I can get past a heroine that I don’t like… (I mean really we all have the ones that we love to hate.) Is the pacing… it just felt too wordy at time and too over the top for me. I know a lot of readers love their romcoms over the top and I do as well sometimes, but something with this one felt forced.

I know I am probably the minority here, so grab your copy and see if you get co- wrecked.

What do ice cream and Sadie Montgomery have in common? They’re both ice cold, but one taste is never enough. 
I wanted to be friends — I would have even settled for her seeing me as anything but a nerd — but there was no getting through. So just like any hard-headed, red-blooded man out there, I made up my mind. 
I’d make my coworker fall for me. 
I’d like to say it was simple, but like every other epic love story, all it took was one drunken night and a lot of naked courage to get the girl. For a moment, at least.
Love with a coworker is never simple, especially since Sadie’s trying to keep us on the low. Not to mention her persistent ex-boyfriend who won’t leave her alone. But I’ve never been good at giving up, and I don’t plan to start now.
The whole thing is a recipe for a rocky road, but I plan to eat the whole gallon, no matter how bad the brain freeze.



 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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