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Word to the Wise, never become roommates with a girl you've been pining over for the better part of a year. You're probably wondering why I would do such a thing? Well, I didn't. It was my teammates. They moment they found out Blakely White was single, they took it upon themselves to play cupid and instruct me on how I should win her over. Don't wear a shirt around her. Make her dinner. Lightly touch her shoulder when you say goodbye.I'm so flustered, so overwhelmed, so madly in love with this woman who barely notices me, that I lose control of the situation and make one huge mistake: I offer to be her fake date for a wedding so she can make her ex jealous. That means, for one whole night I get a free pass with her. I get to hold her, dance with her, kiss her...stare at her from across the room like she's my entire world because she has been for months now. But when the night comes to an end, I'm faced with two option: bring her back to my bedroom and show her how I really feel, or let her walk away, succumbing to the fact that I very well might not be her type.

From USA Today and Amazon Charts bestselling author Meghan Quinn, comes a fresh take on a royal romance with a twist. Laugh out loud funny and full of some of her steamiest scenes yet, Quinn takes you on an unexpected, sizzling fairytale journey.So there I was selling bikinis out of my truck in South Beach Miami, getting ready to kick off a wet t-shirt contest when the world's biggest grouch approached me - Keller Fitzwilliam.The man had the sultriest British accent I've ever heard. And he looked like he just walked off a Viking boat and into a suit tailored specifically for his impressively muscular frame. Only problem is, he had the warmth of an ice pick and he kept telling me he was here to take me back to his home country.Of course, I didn't follow him. I might be up for a good time, but I'm also educated enough to know leaving with a stranger isn't smart. Well, that's until he mentioned my mom's name. My mom who passed away several years ago.So after some serious fact-checking, my bikini-clad bum went with him to a sub-arctic country I had never heard of just north of the British Isles, where I found out my grandpa was the king of said freezing country, and I was the one and only heir.Desperate to learn more about my mom, I decided to give this princess thing a chance.Good idea, right? Wrong.Because Mr. Ice Pick was put to the task of training me and he's not just cold as ice, he's pompous, aggravating, and possessive. And did I mention we have to share a bathroom in a tiny castle?We are oil and water every single day and even though he's training me to be queen, I have this simmering desire to kneel before him.

A spin-off from the #1 Amazon bestsellers, A Not So Meet Cute and So Not Meant To Be, USA Today bestselling author Meghan Quinn brings you a heart-warming, yet hilarious full-length novel on what life is like after the happily ever after.Ryot Bisley is my husband.Yes, the former third baseman for the Chicago Bobbies and absolute heart throb of the Windy City. That Ryot Bisley.The first time I ran into him, he was grumpy, a horrific host, and left me on his sofa with nothing but a nylon baseball flag to use as a blanket.The second time, he reluctantly bought me dinner, stared at my chest the entire night, and still sported that permanent frown.The third time . . . well, that was a game changer. His smile captured me, his teasing charmed me, and his touches excited me.So when he was called up to the majors that didn't stop us from knocking it out of the park and all the way down the aisle.Eleven years later...I'd love to say we're happy as ever but the man who sent me dirty text messages every day is long gone and Mr. Frowny Face is back.He's so focused on trying to build a life after baseball that he doesn't see the life we've already created together. . .so I make the hard decision and serve him divorce papers.Problem is...my husband refuses to accept those papers. Instead, he has a new game plan that makes untying the knot of our marriage a little tricky. And just when I thought I wanted to be traded . . . he's slowly, tantalizingly roping me back in.

A spin-off from the #1 Amazon bestsellers, A Not So Meet Cute and So Not Meant To Be, Meghan Quinn brings you a heart-warming, yet hilarious take on an enemies to lovers romance.On the verge of a divorce, Ryot Bisley, former Chicago Rebels third baseman, and his wife Myla are forced to come face to face with their marital problems and whether they have more than just chemistry in the bedroom.

From USA Today and Amazon Charts bestselling author Meghan Quinn, comes a fresh take on a romantic comedy classic, When Harry Met Sally. This steamy, laugh-out-loud, enemies to lovers romance is about an annoyingly handsome coworker and the woman who refuses to be charmed by him.Am I friends with JP Cane?Ha! That's laughable.Besides the fact that he's adopted some far-fetched notion from the movie When Harry Met Sally that says men and women can't be friends and work together, it's safe to say we're not friends. He's annoyingly loud, obnoxiously handsome, and has made an art out of poking all my hot buttons . . . multiple times a day.So you can imagine how disgruntled I am when I not only have to fly to San Francisco with him for work, but stay in the same penthouse. Yup, we're sharing the same air, twenty-four-seven. We're talking full-fledged working roommates.The man doesn't know what it means to wear a shirt, thrives off protein bars, and you guessed it, moans loud enough for people to believe he's Meg Ryan in a restaurant.Spoiler Alert: I WON'T be having what he's having.Tack on his continuous flirting and his polished good looks, and I'm caught staring down the barrel of a seductive temptation that makes it hard for me to sleep at night.But guess who can control herself? This girl.Because if there is one thing I know for certain, it's that JP Cane and I are so not meant to be.

From USA Today and Amazon Charts bestselling author Meghan Quinn, comes a fresh take on a royal romance with a twist. Laugh out loud funny and full of some of her steamiest scenes yet, Quinn takes you on an unexpected, sizzling fairytale journey.So there I was selling bikinis out of my truck in South Beach Miami, getting ready to kick off a wet t-shirt contest when the world's biggest grouch approached me - Keller Fitzwilliam.The man had the sultriest British accent I've ever heard. And he looked like he just walked off a Viking boat and into a suit tailored specifically for his impressively muscular frame. Only problem is, he had the warmth of an ice pick and he kept telling me he was here to take me back to his home country.Of course, I didn't follow him. I might be up for a good time, but I'm also educated enough to know leaving with a stranger isn't smart. Well, that's until he mentioned my mom's name. My mom who passed away several years ago.So after some serious fact-checking, my bikini-clad bum went with him to a sub-arctic country I had never heard of just north of the British Isles, where I found out my grandpa was the king of said freezing country, and I was the one and only heir.Desperate to learn more about my mom, I decided to give this princess thing a chance.Good idea, right? Wrong.Because Mr. Ice Pick was put to the task of training me and he's not just cold as ice, he's pompous, aggravating, and possessive. And did I mention we have to share a bathroom in a tiny castle?We are oil and water every single day and even though he's training me to be queen, I have this simmering desire to kneel before him.

When their utopian island home is abruptly destroyed, two snails must seek out a new habitat. They maintain a curious and adventurous spirit as they explore the world beyond their secluded island, meeting a variety of new creatures and delighting in new experiences. When disaster strikes again, the snails remain optimistic and encourage their new friends to do the same.

From USA Today and Amazon Charts bestselling author Meghan Quinn, comes a fresh take on a romantic comedy classic, When Harry Met Sally. This steamy, laugh-out-loud, enemies to lovers romance is about an annoyingly handsome coworker and the woman who refuses to be charmed by him.Am I friends with JP Cane?Ha! That's laughable.Besides the fact that he's adopted some far-fetched notion from the movie When Harry Met Sally that says men and women can't be friends and work together, it's safe to say we're not friends. He's annoyingly loud, obnoxiously handsome, and has made an art out of poking all my hot buttons . . . multiple times a day.So you can imagine how disgruntled I am when I not only have to fly to San Francisco with him for work, but stay in the same penthouse. Yup, we're sharing the same air, twenty-four-seven. We're talking full-fledged working roommates.The man doesn't know what it means to wear a shirt, thrives off protein bars, and you guessed it, moans loud enough for people to believe he's Meg Ryan in a restaurant.Spoiler Alert: I WON'T be having what he's having.Tack on his continuous flirting and his polished good looks, and I'm caught staring down the barrel of a seductive temptation that makes it hard for me to sleep at night.But guess who can control herself? This girl.Because if there is one thing I know for certain, it's that JP Cane and I are so not meant to be.

Dear Mister.. . . no, too formal.Hey there sweet cheeks. . . no, too forward.*Clears throat*To whom it may concern,Full disclosure; before we move forward with this email, I would like it to be known that I have consumed an adequate amount of alcoholic beverages to intoxicate myself tonight. Three margaritas, two shots, and one beer-because it was free.I think it's important to be open and honest with your co-workers, don't you?So here I am, being open and honest. Drunk but honest. Or just drunk with lust? You decide.I have a hopeless, foolish, schoolgirl crush on you when you are the last person on earth I should be falling for. Did you know people around the office call you a sadist? An egomaniac. An insensitive, arrogant prick. But what they don't know is your bark is worse than your bite. And that bite doesn't scare me. The fact is, I'd love that bite of yours to nip at my bare skin while we're both wearing nothing but sheets.For once I want you to look at me as more than one of your employees. And as long as we're being honest, that navy blue suit you wear? With the crisp white shirt? It really makes me want to loosen your tie and show you exactly who's boss. Love,Sincerely,Yours