Лучшие книги Меган Куин

Как вы познакомились?

Типичный вопрос, который задают каждой паре. Я бродила по богатому району в Беверли-Хиллз в поисках кого-то, кто взял бы меня в жены. Это чтобы вызвать зависть у моей заклятой подруги, которая недавно меня уволила. Он шел мне навстречу, что-то бормоча под нос. И тут мы столкнулись! Скажу сразу: искры не было. Ни намека на вспыхнувшую любовь. Но люди в отчаянии совершают сумасшедшие поступки! Чтобы помочь друг другу, мы заключили сделку. И вот я стала его "беременной" невестой.

Дружу ли я с Джей Пи Кейн?
Не смешите меня!
Кроме того, он считает, что мужчины и женщины, работающие вместе, не могут дружить, так что можно с уверенностью сказать, что мы не друзья. Скорее, скрытые враги.
Похоже, этот раздражающе громкий тип, до неприличия красивый, нашел себе развлечение - заводить меня по несколько раз на дню (во всех, между прочим, смыслах).
Можете себе представить, как я была "счастлива", когда мне пришлось не только лететь с ним в Сан-Франциско по работе, но и остановиться в одном пентхаусе! Находиться двадцать четыре часа рядом и дышать одним воздухом!
А еще Джей Пи взял привычку ходить по номеру с голым торсом и постоянно со мной флиртовать. А какое у него обаяние, из-за которого мне теперь трудно спать по ночам.
Но угадайте, кто может контролировать себя? Конечно, я.
Потому что я точно знаю, что мы с Джей Пи Кейном не созданы друг для друга!
Или, может быть, созданы?

Never in a million years would I have pictured myself as an axe-wielding, dragon lady, chopping up multi-colored flannel shirts into my very own plaid mulch. But here I am, chopping away my frustrations. It all started when my brother, Paul, convinced me to go on one last family road trip across the Mother Road with him and my dad.. Just like old times, right? Wrong. What Paul fails to mention is his best man, Porter, will be joining us, who just so happens to be my childhood crush and the man who broke my heart four years ago. What is supposed to be a fun, family bonding experience across Route 66 turns into a war of pranks, awkward moments and bathrooms full of dirty flannel shirts and day old beard clippings. Paul’s know-it-all attitude and Porter’s devilish charm brings me to the brink of my sanity on my seven day trek across the United States with three bearded men in a small 1980’s RV

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

Her bosom heaved at an alarming rate as his rough hand found its way down to her soft, yet wiry briar patch...

Can you say briar patch in a romance novel? What about meat sword? That’s what it is…a meat sword, right, all meaty and sword like, slaying through the inner dungeons of a woman’s dark desires. What about breasts? Do bosoms really heave?

God, I have no idea what happens when private parts touch.

I’m a virgin trying to write a romance novel and can’t seem to write past a sex scene thanks to my lack of experience.

My two best friends encourage me to drop the pen for a while and gain some real life practice through multiple dating facets such as blind dates, online profiles, and random hookups.

But losing my virginity is proving to be tougher than expected…

Дорогой дневник,
По всей видимости, я влип ― и это сейчас не о неприятностях из разряда «принудительных общественных работ по решению суда» или о «сеансах терапии для тех, кто поехал головой». Если бы все было так просто. Но нет. Я о неприятностях масштаба «влюбиться в одну из дочерей своего клиента»... И как только правда выходит наружу, это становится проблемой, от которой мне не отвертеться. То, как у меня оказался ее мобильник, ― это долгая история, но когда она позвонила мне, чтобы вернуть его, я позволил себе лишнего. Шутливый обмен смсками перерос в нечто гораздо большее. Забавная, молоденькая и вовсе не падкая на мое обаяние Саттон ― это что-то новое для меня. И я даже представить себе не мог, что она является дочерью Фостера Грина. Всему виной янтарный крепкий алкоголь, бегущий по моим венам, который с завидной регулярностью подталкивает меня к опрометчивым решениям. Он же сводит меня с ней, несмотря на то, что я даю себе отчет, что это неправильно и что Саттон дочь моего клиента. Встречаться с ней ― может оказаться худшим из решений в моей жизни. Но лишь время, виски и несколько раундов с ней на матрасе расставят все по своим местам.
Роарк.

Я игрок по жизни, и я хорош в этом. Я не особо разговорчив и пользуюсь этим, чтобы управлять положением вещей. Я всегда знаю, что собирается сделать человек, прежде чем он даже это решит. Так было до встречи с Пенелопой. Я не мог прочитать ее, или что еще хуже, она не хотела иметь со мной ничего общего. Из-за этого я хотел ее еще больше. Сейчас я в самой сложной игре в своей жизни. Каким-то образом мне нужно убедить ее, что она принадлежит мне. Хорошо, что я всегда принимаю вызовы.

From USA Today and Amazon Charts bestselling author Meghan Quinn comes a festive short romance about old flames and mistaken identities.

After a bad breakup, Nola wants nothing to do with Christmas, especially in her quaint hometown of Bright Harbor, Maine. Infuriatingly charming and cheery, Nola’s surroundings only worsen her sour mood.

To make matters worse, Caleb, the boy who broke her heart years ago, is all grown up and still living in town. While doing her best to avoid him, Nola bumps into the local mailman, who gives her a mysterious letter. And when she finds that the writer is a fellow Scrooge, she can’t help but feel her spirit lifting.

Nola writes back to her new pen pal—who, unbeknownst to Nola, is none other than Caleb. When Caleb gets a response hand delivered by the mailman, he’s intrigued by the mystery sender. A friendly correspondence develops—and quickly turns flirtatious.

Although Nola and Caleb claim they can’t stand each other, they can’t deny the simmering attraction that brought them together in the first place.

Can these nameless pen pals write their own love story—or will they be too caught up with the ghosts of their Christmases past to find a future together?

Четыре жизни. Четыре истории. Четыре комплекта писем. Четыре храбрые души, которые нуждаются в помощи, сталкиваясь с жизненными вызовами.
Анонимная программа «Дорогая жизнь» создана, чтобы помочь им выйти из их зон комфорта, встретиться лицом к лицу с препятствиями и побороть своих демонов… и доказать смысл их существования.
Пока их жизни зажаты между желанием чего-то большего и возможностью потерять всё, все четыре души окунаются в программу в канун Нового года и отправляются в чумовое, жизненное путешествие.

Have you ever heard of a man-in-waiting?

Yeah, neither has my best friend's soon-to-be monster-in-law. Ooo, sorry, I meant mother-in-law. Nor has she heard of the term, what the bride wants, the bride gets.

With wedding planning underway and a short timeline, my best friend, Lia, has recruited me to help her battle the snarly beast that is Mrs. Beaver. Not scared at all, I accept the challenge as her man-in-waiting--aka, man of honor--and take matters into my own hands.

The only problem is, with every second we draw closer to the wedding, I'm starting to see my best girl in a different light.

She's always been beautiful to me, but now . . . I find myself staring a touch too long. My hand lingering for one more minute. And when she's upset? Allowing her to sleep in my bed.

And before I know what's happening, it hits me like a ton of bricks. I'm in love with my best friend. Not just in love, but infatuated.

No one compares to her and nothing seems to distract me from that realization.
Not the girl I try to date while I help plan Lia's wedding.
Not her angry fiancé who thinks I'm growing too close.
And not the looming deadline of her nuptials.

Which means, there's only one thing left for me to do. Prove to Lia I'm the one she should be with instead. But with the pressure of her engagement, the stress from her soon-to-be mother-in-law, and the breath-stealing nerves running through me, I'm finding it a lot harder to claim the girl than I would like to admit.

Say a little prayer for me . . .

I make my living as a hustler, and I'm great at it. I don’t have a single tell and I use that to my advantage to manipulate any situation. I’ve always known what a person is about to do before they’ve even decided. That is, until I met Penelope. I can’t get a read on her, and what’s worse, she doesn’t want anything to do with me. Which only makes me want her more. Now I’m in for the hardest hustle of my life. Somehow I have to convince her she belongs with me. Good thing I’m always up for a challenge.

Running into your ex is never ideal.
Running into your ex who is now dating your nemesis is a literal nightmare.

That’s how I found myself in a sheer panic, reaching for the closest guy at the bar and kissing him. And to my delight he was easily the most attractive man I’ve ever seen.

The only problem is, when I tried to walk away after thanking him for his help, he stopped me with three life-changing words . . .“You owe me.”

That’s how I found myself, a college girl, in a fake relationship with a professional hockey player ten years older than me.

At first it was easy.
He helped me with my internship.
I helped keep his ex away from him.
We were becoming fast friends.

It wasn’t until he started staying the night at my dorm did the rules of our arrangement become complicated.

Now my feelings are involved and even though I kissed the right man at the right time, I’m worried he’s just waiting for the clock to run out.

Как начать встречаться с сестрой лучшего друга? Элементарно.
Шаг первый: Притвориться, что хочешь, чтобы она свела тебя с кем-то другим. Это сблизит вас.
Шаг второй: Сходить на свидание с множеством случайных женщин, продолжать надираться спиртным до беспамятства и болтать о сестре своего лучшего друга, набираясь смелости чтобы, наконец-то, сделать решающий ход.
Шаг третий: Ни с того ни с сего нарисоваться в ее квартире и признаться в своих чувствах. Женщинам же нравится подобное, верно?
Все казалось так просто. Беспроигрышная трехступенчатая стратегия, которая гарантирует, что любовь всей жизни втрескается в вас по уши.
По крайней мере, мой расчет был именно таким. Но попытки завоевать Джулию Уэстин в большинстве случаев возымели обратный эффект. Проблема в Джулии? Она умна, очень умна, и ее лукавый взгляд не скрыть за всем тем очарованием, которое я воспевал в ней. Джулию не интересуют флирт, подарки и мои истории. Возможно, она и хочет меня, но так просто не сдастся...

Luna Rossi is a veritable crafting genius—she can bedazzle and bead so hard her Etsy site is one of the hottest in the world. So it’s only natural that Luna would convince her brother and his husband-to-be to compete on The Wedding Game, a “do-it-yourself” TV show, for the title of Top DIY Wedding Expert.

As a jaded divorce lawyer, Alec Baxter scoffs at weddings and romance. But when his recently engaged brother begs him to participate in The Wedding Game, Alec grudgingly picks up a glue gun and prepares for some family bonding.

Both fierce competitors, Luna and Alec clash on national TV as harsh words and glitter fly with abandon. But as they bicker over color swatches and mood boards, they find themselves fighting something else: their growing mutual attraction. While Luna is torn between family loyalty and her own feelings, Alec wonders if he might have been wrong about love and marriage all along…

Freshly fired from her third job in a row, Bonnie St. James has lost her way. So when she and her best friend stumble upon a “help wanted” post to run a coffee shop in the Scottish Highlands, they apply on a whim. Who knows? Maybe traveling to a new place is just what she needs to figure out her next move.

When the friends arrive in the tiny idyllic town of Corsekelly, they instantly fall for the gorgeous Highland landscape and friendly townspeople. But Bonnie finds a less-than-warm welcome in Rowan MacGregor, the rugged local handyman. Busy wrestling his own demons, Rowan’s in no mood to deal with the quirky American—even if she is a bonny lass.

As Bonnie and Rowan’s paths inevitably cross, insults—and sparks—fly. Can the pair build on their similarities to help each other find purpose and direction…and maybe romance too? Or will their passionate tempers fling them apart?

Hollywood screenwriter Sawyer Castle knows a good love story when he sees it. But when it comes to real life romance, he’s a mess. That’s how he finds himself standing at the altar…as his ex-girlfriend ties the knot with his very famous best friend. The pressure, the resentment, the media coverage—it’s all too much—and before he knows exactly what he’s doing, he’s making a run for it, leaving a shocked congregation and flashing cameras in his wake.

Needing to lie low amid the media fallout, Sawyer lands in the charming town of Canoodle, California, where he crosses paths with Fallon Long, who runs the Canoodle Cove Cabins, a family-owned business and Sawyer’s new short-term residence. Overwhelmed with renovations and her long list of responsibilities, Fallon is struggling to make ends meet while attempting to bring the cabins back to their original glory. So when Sawyer arrives, she is grateful for the income, but immediately writes him off as just another vapid Hollywood hack, until he begins to prove her wrong at every turn.

As Fallon comes closer to saving the family business, an undeniable bond forms between her and the handsome screenwriter. But the pressures of her family obligations and Sawyer’s notoriety might prove to be too much for anyone to handle. Could Canoodle be the setting for a new romance—or is true love just a Hollywood cliché?

When I found an eviction notice taped on my apartment door, I had two options: find a comfortable cardboard box to call home, or move in with Tucker Jameson.

Seeing that cardboard makes me feel itchy, I chose the latter. Which shouldn't be that big of a deal Tucker is one of my good friends. And because he's still pining after his ex-girlfriend and I'm trying to finish my nursing degree, there is nothing to worry about in the romance department, making my last semester an easy one to conquer.

Boy, was I wrong.

Rules are set, dinners are made, conversations are had, and a shirtless, swoony roommate walks around in nothing but a pair of black briefs, ruining me for every other man.

Before I know it, I turn into a panting, lust-filled woman begging for Tucker to kiss me, touch me, and show me exactly what is hiding under those briefs.

But with great orgasms, comes great consequences.

Tucker might be my friend and roommate but he’s also my best friend's ex-boyfriend, making him completely off-limits. At least that's what my brain is telling me, my heart is speaking an entirely different language.

It finally happened, I lost my virginity. Cue applause and cheers.

For a while life was all rainbows and kittens prancing in a sky full of cotton candy clouds…that was until the demands of the real world set in.

My best friend is getting married and she asked me to be her maid of honor. She’s not worried about flowers, or the dress, or the food at the venue. No, she’s worried about the bachelorette party, what kind of penis crown she will wear, and the nipple size of the stripper who will be attending.

I’m in way over my head trying to balance life with a boyfriend, planning a penis party, and writing my romance novel. Something is bound to give.

This is my life after my happily ever after…

It was supposed to be an innocent night, celebrating my brother's birthday. Nothing was supposed to go wrong. We'd vowed to be on our best behavior after all . . . But it only took one rowdy night with my brothers to flip my world upside down. One unlucky encounter saddled us with a family curse and the promise of doomed relationships. I laughed it off immediately. "Yeah, right," I thought. "A love curse. Ha!" Boy, was I wrong. Word spreads quickly in a town like mine; rumors about that night soon made us the most eligible yet untouchable bachelors in Port Snow, Maine. As a subject of endless gossip and speculation, I could kiss my dating life goodbye. It would have stayed that way if Ren Winters, the new girl in town, hadn't crashed into my life. Brave, beautiful, and smart—her vivacious thirst for a fresh start has given me hope that maybe, just maybe, I can have one too. Everyone wishes for that second chance . . . but could this really be mine?

Черт, ну я и идиот. Спорим, никогда не слышали подобное от мужчины?.. Да, меня зовут Пейси Лоус, я знаменитый хоккеист, мечта миллионов девчонок и… полный придурок. Вообще-то, конечно, я классный парень, только начинаю странно себя вести рядом с красивыми девушками. Ничего не могу с собой поделать. И когда эта сумасшедшая с забавным именем Винни ввалилась в наш с парнями дом посреди разбушевавшейся грозы, пародируя сцену из фильма ужасов, я потерял дар речи. Она оказалась невероятно привлекательной, забавной, находчивой и… бывшей моего сводного брата. Понравилась ли она мне с первого взгляда? Да. Решил ли я завоевать ее сердце?…