ONE BABY DADDY
By Meghan Quinn
Release Day – May 17
“What are you doing now that your team is out of the running for the Stanley Cup?”
I need to forget. I need an escape.
Only one person isn’t falling for my reputation as the NHL’s Golden Boy; she captured my attention the minute she called me out for snooping through my best friend’s house. She didn’t want to hear my reason–she only wanted to playfully give me a hard time.
Adalyn is bold, sassy–and the perfect escape.
She’s everywhere. In town and in my dreams, and suddenly I need to spend every waking moment with her.
And I do, making this summer the best off-season I’ve ever had.
But in the midst of getting lost in Adalyn, what I don’t expect is to get her pregnant.
And what I definitely don’t expect is having to fight for her affection.
Panty Scorching: 5
Overall Rating: 5 Stars
Reviewed by Robin
After Hayden Holmes’ hockey team fails to make the Stanley Cup playoffs, he’s looking to just take a break. Heading to his childhood hometown to visit his best friend Racer, he didn’t even imagine meeting someone like Adalyn. She’s adventurous, sassy and isn’t impressed with his new star rookie status. He finds her a refreshing change and their budding relationship might be the start of something good until the unexpected happens. After spending the best off-season ever together, Hayden and Adalyn need to figure out how to go on alone. Until Adalyn ends up pregnant and Hayden’s thrown a curve.
“He makes me feel so…brand new. Like he’s awakened a part of me I’ve never known before. He’s introduced me to a personality I didn’t know existed within me. Someone who can be content, thrilled, exhilarated all at the same time. A woman who doesn’t necessarily depend on a man, but allows him to take care of her because he treasures her. Someone who doesn’t need to shed her clothes to get a man to like her.”
Wow! I don’t typically like baby daddy stories but I loved this book! I really think it all has to do with this world that Meghan has created and sucked me into. I fell in love with Hayden in Three Blind Dates and Back in the Game. I met Adalyn in the Binghamton series and these worlds collided hard! Both Hayden and Adalyn were such likeable characters with Adalyn being rather gun shy. And who could blame her? If I had been burnt like she had been…I would have felt the same exact way. But Hayden…that man! I would say out of all of the perfect men in these series he may be one of the best men I have ever read. He TREASURED Adalyn. His goal was to be a man that would be worthy of her. I was swooning left and right. Pick me up off the floor and find the place I left off reading. Their love story is such a slow burn since they just aren’t in the same place. But it really picks up once the baby situation comes to light. And let’s not forget about Logan! He’s her friend who maybe wants to step out of the friend zone. It really creates some crazy tension in the last part of the book. Can he compete with Hayden, the complete package, for Adalyn’s heart?
I feel like I have this addiction for all of these romantic comedies. I laugh and then swoon and then get upset and then completely fall for every single couple in these series. Don’t keep the wine and chocolate too far away while reading this one!
“Would you mind zipping up the back of my dress?” She walks toward me, her flowery scent floating in my direction, spiking my yearning into overdrive.
“Uh, yeah . . . sure.”
She turns around, and looks over her shoulder. The back of her dress is completely open, the zipper undone to just above the curve of her beautifully round ass.
Shit, all that smooth, tan skin, covered by nothing but the velvety fabric of the dress. Is she wearing underwear? She’s not wearing a bra and I see no panty line.
Clearing my throat, I ask, “Are you wearing underwear, Adalyn?”
From over her shoulder, she smiles shyly. “Yes, it’s small though.”
Of course it is. Why wouldn’t it be?
Not being able to stop myself, I take a second to float my fingertips up her spine. From the initial touch, her back arches and a small gasp releases from her lips, but before I can think about stopping, she melts into my touch. Stepping closer, I place my hand on the back of her hip, my thumb pressing into her ass while the other hand explores the bare expanse of her back. Her head falls to my shoulder. Her lips part, and when I snake to the front of her dress, her breath hitches.
Eyes closed, I take in ragged breaths, my fingers inching closer and closer to her front, my cock painfully hard.
It’s been so goddamn long—and being with Adalyn has only spurred on my need—but I want to make sure we’re in a good place before we commit to anything. I want to make sure she’s ready emotionally because the minute I bury myself deep inside her, I know there will be no turning back. She will be mine forever.
But maybe for now, I can just have a little touch . . .
My cock pressed against her butt, she expertly grinds her backside into me, her hands moving to my neck, pulling my head down to hers. I kiss the side of her neck, using the hand that’s gripping her hips to guide her with her grinding in just the right place.
Fuck, that feels good.
I grunt, the sound vibrating over her sleek neck. My hand on her stomach, she arches wanting more of my touch, silently asking me to move north.
And I fucking comply. Inch by slow inch, I guide my hand to just below her breasts. When I halt my pursuit, a displeased groan escapes her.
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to find the willpower. Her fingernails dig into my scalp, spurring me on as she turns her head and finds my lips.
She kisses me.
Her lips gliding across mine, her tongue diving into my mouth, her moans are vocal and sexy. Her delicious ass, pressing, grinding, undulating against my rock-hard cock makes me want to do so much more, makes me want to taste so much more.
Moving my hand higher, my fingertips graze the bottom of her breast. Soft. Round. Smooth. I caress her right below her nipple, never touching, just teasing . . . tempting.
ABOUT MEGHAN QUINN
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!