The Locker Room by Meghan Quinn ~ Release Blitz w/ Two 4.5 Star Reviews & Excerpt!

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The Locker Room by Meghan Quinn
Release Date: June 20th
Genre: Contemporary Romance

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The Locker Room

Blurb

Have you heard the rumor around campus about the locker room?

If you haven’t, let me enlighten you: Legend has it if you bring a girl into the sacred after-game domain of the baseball locker room, it will end with a walk down the aisle. One rowdy and naked encounter against the lockers with the girl of your dreams will make her your wife.

Translation: baseball players are stupidly superstitious and believe the locker room has magical powers.

But not all baseball players are superstitious, me included.

So when the girl I’ve fallen for brushes me off, I start to question if I need to switch my way of thinking. Maybe it’s time I finally hand out a coveted invitation to the locker room.

The only question is, will she accept?

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Reviews

Feels 2
Steam 4
Storyline 5
Overall Rating 4.5
Kindle eArc provided by Author
Reviewed by Robin

When Emory transfers to a new college after a devastating breakup, she wants to hang out with her friends and concentrate on her studies. As her boy obsessed pals drag her to hang out with the baseball players, she is determined to keep them all in the friend zone. Until she meets Knox. He’s made it his mission to work his way into her heart. Or at least lunch. Will these two ever cross the line?

“Everything he does and says…Yeah, it turns me on, but it also makes me feel precious. Worshipped. His.”

Cute, funny and full of sass. Love those college romances with sporty, cocky jocks and witty, confident, smart lassies who can give as good as they get. This story was fun and quick to read with sexiness that oozed off the pages and not in a gross way. Emory was a delightful heroine who could keep hunky Knox panting after her with her rapid fire sense of humor and playing hard to get. Their bet was oh so crazy and definitely not one I’d ever make…silly humans. Great teasing romance and the chemistry was off the charts.

If you love to laugh out loud and sassy and silly characters, you need to sit down with a Meghan Quinn book and lose yourself in the pages. Always entertaining and guaranteed to make you snort out loud.

Robin (1)

Feels 1
Steam 4
Storyline 4.5
Overall Rating 4.5
Kindle eArc provided by Author
Reviewed by Ladyballs

I loved this book! I loved Knox even more. He truly is a one of a kind guy. He is in college and a big baseball star and is definitely going places. He is super hot and he does not have any shortage of women throwing themselves at him. He truly is a good guy though and I just fell in love with him!

Emory is licking her wounds after a breakup with her ex after being together for 6 years. She wants to focus on school and reconnecting with her two best friends who she has moved in with and had neglected during her relationship. She has no plans to date or be distracted by another guy.

Once these two meet it is one funny, witty, line after another and I laughed out loud more than once! Clearly there is an attraction and as hard as Emory tries to keep him in the friend zone, Knox slowly works his way into her heart (and mine!). He is so drawn to her and goes wayyyy over the top to not only impress her and make her see he is genuine and not some jock looking to score. He is so sweet while breaking down her walls. It was so fun to watch this cat and mouse game and see Emory start to trust again. Of course, there is a bit of a twist and I started to sweat wondering if these two would end up together in the end. But you will have to read this book to see what happens with Emory and Knox.

I absolutely loved the other characters in the book, especially Emory’s best friends and Knox’s mother!!! It was such a great relationship between all of them that set the scene for some pretty funny moments. I’m hoping that we see books about some of them as well. This book was a fast paced read and I didn’t want it to end, I just wish the ending wasn’t wrapped up so quickly – it felt rushed to me…it could have used another chapter or 5 but that is just me not wanting this book to end!!

Christine (1)

 

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Excerpt

This map is useless.

Easy to read, my ass. I need a magnifying glass to make out any of the color-coded buildings on this thing and unfortunately, I left my magnifying glass in my other skirt. That was sarcasm, if you didn’t catch it.

Standing next to a wonky-looking tree, I try to act as casual as possible—hip popped out, interested glances, the usual—as I hide a school map beneath the pages of Pride and Prejudice , while off-handedly looking for the MacMillan building. But the wind—though subtle—isn’t making things easy.

Recently transferred from Cal State, Fullerton, I’m attempting to avoid making a fool of myself on the first day of fall classes at my new school, Brentwood University.

Unfortunately, I’m way out of my element.

For one, I know nothing about this school other than they have the best library sciences program in the country. Making the transfer a no-brainer for me the minute I realized I wanted to be a librarian. I dabbled in business at Cal State, but who was I kidding? I had no right trying to figure out micro-and macroeconomics.

A California girl through and through, Illinois is nothing like the palm trees and beaches I’ve grown up with. Don’t get me wrong, there are trees here, huge, plush, green trees everywhere, the kind of trees Bob Ross made dance on his canvas. But the smog . . . I have no idea where that is. Breathing fresh air almost feels wrong. And apparently pizza is a big deal here. I’ve heard at least three separate arguments since I’ve moved about which pizza in town is best. Let’s all be friends and be grateful there is good pizza here.

And even though this is a “small” school town outside Chicago, it’s larger than life with boisterous personalities and ivy-covered buildings that cause me to believe I’m walking on the hallowed grounds where the prosperous were educated.

Plus, I had to buy leggings for all my skirts, because the temperature doesn’t call for bare legs out here.

The wind picks up again, lifting my skirt and map at the same time. Not wanting to be known as the resident flasher on campus, I save the skirt—because even though I have leggings, I chose not to wear them today—and tamp it back down on my legs as the map lifts from my book, floats into the air, twirling and swirling only to smack a passing guy right in the face.

Whap .

“What the—?” He startles and I jump into action.

“I’m so sorry,” I say, scrambling to hold my skirt down while clutching my parted book at my chest.

The map is slowly peeled away and a pair of beautiful light blue eyes peek past the paper first, followed by the sharpest jawline I’ve ever seen, defined and tense. Light scruff matches his dirty-blond hair that is swept to the left and cut short on the sides. Dressed in a green Brentwood baseball sweatshirt and wearing a jaw-dropping smile, he chuckles and hands me the map while eyeing me up and down.

Why is he so familiar?

Those eyes.

“Not a problem, but you could have asked for help if you were lost. Slapping me with a map is an aggressive tactic, effective, but aggressive.”

That voice, that smirk. I know it from somewhere.

Feeling a light blush creep up my cheeks, I say, “Not used to the wind.”

He nods and thumbs behind him. “Lake Michigan. It’s a bitch in the winter.” He studies me for a second and then nods at my map. “Where you headed? I can help.” There is the smallest southern drawl in his voice, nothing strong, but enough to tell me he’s not from Illinois.

I know that voice. I remember specifically thinking it was hot.

Tamping down my map and folding it in my book that I snap shut quickly, I say, “I promised I’d figure this all out on my own, but looks like I might need a little help after all.”

“Don’t blame yourself; this campus is a maze with no rhyme or reason. I was lost my entire first semester. Can’t tell you how many times I was late to class.”

“That’s reassuring.”

He tilts his head to the side and gives me a small once-over. “I know you.” I don’t say anything and just as his eyes land on my chest, a smile creeps over his face, a light bulb lighting in his head. “You’re the girl who helped me find my room on Saturday.”

Oh.

Shit.

It’s the yellow-door baseball guy.

He leans forward, hands stuffed in his pockets and says, “I never forget a good pair of tits.”

As if I wasn’t blushing enough already.

About Meghan Quinn

Meghan Quinn

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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