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ANGIE'S 5 STAR REVIEW AND AN EXCERPT: THE MOTHER ROAD BY MEGHAN QUINN!!!

Title: The Mother Road
Standalone - NA Romantic Comedy
Author: Meghan Quinn
Release Date: January 12, 2016
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SYNOPSIS:
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.
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I'm warning you: THIS REVIEW CONTAINS COPIOUS AMOUNTS OF SWOON OVERLOAD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK **grins**

HOLY MOTHER OF BOOK MAGIC!!!!!!
HOLY FLANNEL WEARING-HOT DOG EATING-GOAT MILKING-SEXY-FARMTASTIC-RUSTIC-ALPHA MAN. 
HOLY CRAPPPPPPP! 

PORTER-FREAKIN-SMITH IS MINE. 

I want to get that out of the way now before we go any further with this review!! Don't even think of COMING close to my man. 

I'm flying to Cali, searching out Marley, and stealing Porter for ME!!!! **cue maniacal laugh** AH! My God. Hahahahaha! Just kidding...well sort of. I just can't tone my book buzzing, crazy down. 

My heart and my squishy belly (don't judge--I have so many books to read I'm practically drowning, so yeah... working on the abs... not happening) Anyway... as I was saying, my heart and my squishy belly dipped like crazy for him. 

I couldn't stop swooning. 
I COULD NOT STOP. 
It was crazy. 

At one point, I was sighing so blissfully and so heavily, my Husband looked at me and said, "What's got you all happy over there."
I didn't answer. After all, I didn't want to give him a complex. If I went into everything that was so amazing about Porter Smith... well, the poor guy. 
So I just smiled sweetly and held up my Kindle in response. 

But what I really wanted to say was, "It's not what, baby, it's WHO!!!!!!!!! It's Porter! Porter, the King of ALL book boyfriend magic. The man I want to eat up. Porter, who is sweet and sexy, possessive and protective, funny and flannel wearing, lumberjack looking, perfection. With his ovary busting smirk, his adorable chuckles, and his all-encompassing swoon, it's Porter. It's PORTER, the man with a heart of pure gold, the one I'm in love with. The man I just want to DEVOUR again and again."

GAHHHHH! He has me tied up in knots. KNOTS, I tell ya! 

And Marley is just as magical, with her quick whit, charming personality, and totally off the hook humor, well I'm stolen by her as well. I love these characters. And I more than adore their story. I'm not sure why I haven't read a Meghan Quinn book before now, but I CLEARLY missed the "THIS AUTHOR WILL ROCK YOUR FACE OFF" book memo. I must have been napping, failing at life as a reader and a blogger, because right under my nose was an author who was going to give me EVERYTHING I need in a read. 

SEX.
SWOON. 
STEAMY BUILD UP. 
FUNNY. OTT/SOMETIMES CRUDE HUMOR.
TEARS. <<--- Yessssss.... the feels even got me to shed some tears. AH! I CRIED.
LOVABLE CHARACTERS that I can relate to.
GREAT WRITING.

There's so much goodness in The Mother Road. So much so, it's brimming with fantasticness on every page. 

Goodness!!!! **tries to rein in the swoon** 

Okay, so what's this about? 

Well, Marley gets an unexpected visit from her Dad and her brother Paul. 

Let me say something about Paul before I go on. That man is a freaking princess. He's such a girl. He was so funny. Honestly, the laughs that he provided were PRICELESS. Actually, all the side characters really brought so much to this story.

Anyway... So Paul and Bernie have driven from NY to CALIFORNIA to pick up Marley. They sweetly inform her that they're taking the last road trip her mother had planned **cue feelssssss... wipes tears - Marley's mom passsed away** and they're doing it RIGHT NOW. They've brought Tacy along for the ride--their 1980's RV--and they're ready to hit The Mother Road as an ode to her mom. 

Marley, being the cool chick she is (a beauty blogger who test products for a living), is happy to go. She can work from the RV and she's happy to spend some time with her Brother who's getting married, and her Dad who she adores. And so, they set forth on this journey and along the way they pick up... AHHHHH!

Guess who they pick up? **dramatic music now plays in this review**

YES... THEY PICK UP PORTER SMITH *angels break into song and dance** (giggles... Jeeezzzz.. I'm lame, but this review is so fun to write... anywhooo...)

Porter is Paul's BFF and a huge part of the family. And while picking up Porter is awesome for us, it's not so much for Marley. You see, this delicious man broke our precious Marley's heart. She's just can't get over it. So Marley sets out to make Porter miserable...

Why don’t we try to enjoy each other’s company rather than be at each other’s throats?” 
Marley’s facial expressions are impossible to read right now as she steps closer to me. “Don’t count on it, Porter. I plan on making your life a living hell on this RV.”
"Is that right?” Challenge is in her eyes.
"Oh, yeah. Watch your back, Smith, I’m coming for you, and you know what? Pay back is a b_ch.”
"Pay back for what?” I ask, semi-liking the fire I see spouting off of her.
She gets on her tippy toes and whispers in my ear. “For splitting my heart in half and leaving me to bleed on my own.” <<--- She's a little pissed off... Haha. 

And from there the journey begins... 

The book is SO FUN AND SO SWEET. The build up of feels between Porter and Marley is heart tugging and emotional. And the steamy side of things is down right lip licking-shiver worthy- perfection. These characters are perfect.

Meghan Quinn wrote a story that held everything I could ever want. Reading The Mother Road was a pleasure, one that satisfied me on so many levels. It's crazy to say, but I'm pretty sure this will go down as one of my TOP 2016 reads. The year is just starting, but this book owned every single bit of me. And I can't get over just how incredible it was. It went BEYOND anything I expected. I more than loved it. And I MORE than recommend it.

Angie's Rating:

“One more letter to go.” She dances around me, pumping her arms at her chest, excitement running through her. “You’re going down, Smith.”

Cracking my knuckles and stretching my arms, I say, “I’ve been holding back, trying to make you feel better about yourself.”

“Okay,” she rolls her eyes.

Placing her hands on the ground, she lowers her head flat against the floor and then kicks her feet up into a headstand. I’m in awe just from the headstand, but then she bows her back and lowers her feet until they touch her head.

Warmth rushes through me from the sight of her. I thought I was horny when I woke up; nope, I’ve never wanted someone as much I did right here, right now. Maybe I am a perv…

She lowers herself, brushes her hands off, and then points to the floor for me to copy her. Knowing full well I can’t do that, I don’t even attempt it. Instead, I bullshit her because I’m pretty damn good at that.

“You see, when I started the competition, I really thought you wanted to do basic poses. I failed to mention that I recently saw my doctor, who said I shouldn’t be doing my advanced yoga moves just yet because of the accident.”

“The accident?” she asks skeptically.

“Yup, got kicked in the ribs by a goat. Hoof to the kidney, actually. They were afraid of internal bleeding and all, so that’s why I can’t do a lot of bending. It’s best we call this a tie and move on with our day.”

“A tie? You wish! Face it, Porter.” She steps up to my bare chest and pokes it. “Oo, that’s hard.” She laughs to herself while shaking her finger, but then continues her lecture. “You lost. It’s time to get your girly screams ready because you owe me a Bernie startle.”

“He’ll chop my balls off.” My nerves are on edge just from the thought of screaming in the RV.

“Don’t sign up for a challenge you can’t handle.”

Determination and mirth run through her eyes. I knew I shouldn’t have signed up to play her flexibility game, but I really wanted to spend some more alone time with her, which has now come back to bite me in the ass.

I cough and tap my throat. “Not sure how much I will be able to scream. I’m feeling a bit hoarse right now.”

“You’re ridiculous. You’re going to make out on this bet.”

“Making out? Now that’s something I can do,” I say, while grabbing her waist and pulling her in close. It’s meant to be a joke, but once her warm body is against mine, I actually consider leaning my head down.

By the shocked look in her eyes, she might be thinking the same exact thing.

The tip of her tongue wets her lips as her hand comes up to my chest to steady herself. I can feel goosebumps spread across her skin as my hand spans the width of her back. She searches my eyes, asking me what I’m doing, but I have no answers.

The need to kiss her is overpowering. I want to feel those lips of hers against mine, her fingers tangled in my hair, her leg wrapped around mine.

I’m seconds away from plunging forward when I hear the RV door slam shut. I push her away just in time for Paul to walk through the door, not bothering to knock. He’s holding his crotch and sprinting toward the bathroom.



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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