It’s review time and man, is this a good one! I was lucky enough to receive an ARC for Two Wedding Crashers by Megan Quinn – courtesy of Inkslinger PR (seriously they are the best!!) So without delay – let’s get into the good stuff!
I read this book immediately after finishing book one, so I loved how we got to continue with Beck’s story. I grew to enjoy his sexy demeanour and bad-ass vibe, so it was fun to get inside his head this time around. Rylee was also a fun female-lead to follow around. She has relatable quirks and her awkward moments felt like I was reading a autobiography. To say Rylee and I are similar is an understatement! The writing was fresh and fun, and I felt myself laughing out loud at some of the antics. I was starting to find myself looking forward to Rylee and Beck banters – they were so fun!
In regards to the romance – it was definitely an “insta-love” moment, but it was set up in a way that wasn’t too cliche and it was fun getting to see their relationship grow. All the little twists and turns were surprising (though I did guess correctly on a few!)
My only issue with the book was the ending – and I had a similar problem with book one. The book was wrapped up to quickly for my liking, and there wasn’t enough conflict for me. Maybe that’s just my cynical side rearing it’s ugly head- but I would have loved for a little more angst. However, this was a small issue – and the book truly was a fun and enjoyable read.
I recommend this book to anyone who is a fan of Emma Hart and Kennedy Fox! It’s a perfect romantic comedy with enough emotional turmoil to make the story feel real and relatable.
I don’t know what love is anymore.
Well, that’s not entirely true, but I’m going to tell you a little secret: I’ve lost the spark.
You know the kind of spark I’m talking about?
Where butterflies take flight in your stomach from two hands innocently colliding. Or catching your breath when you first meet someone attractive. Yeah, that spark.
Except I haven’t felt that feeling in forever; there is nothing left inside of me.
Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem–but I’m a writer on a serious deadline, and my editor is breathing down my neck for a romantic, Nicholas Sparks type love story. No pressure, right?
That’s how I find myself flying across the country to crash a wedding in the name of research, dress and heels stuffed into my small suitcase.
It should be the easiest book research ever. Drinking some free champagne, basking in the love of two strangers, and tapping into my romantic side. That will be a breeze. I’m a pro. I can handle this.
Until I mistakenly end up in the wrong hotel room, naked as the day I was born, with the sexiest human I have ever met staring me down, wondering what I’m doing taking a shower in his bathroom. I don’t think calling it research will get me out of this pickle.