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“What are you doing now that your team is out of the running for the Stanley Cup?”
I need to forget. I need an escape.
Only one person isn’t falling for my reputation as the NHL’s Golden Boy; she captured my attention the minute she called me out for snooping through my best friend’s house. She didn’t want to hear my reason–she only wanted to playfully give me a hard time.
Adalyn is bold, sassy–and the perfect escape.
She’s everywhere. In town and in my dreams, and suddenly I need to spend every waking moment with her.
And I do, making this summer the best off-season I’ve ever had.
But in the midst of getting lost in Adalyn, what I don’t expect is to get her pregnant.
And what I definitely don’t expect is having to fight for her affection.
One Baby Daddy is book three in the Dating by Numbers series by Meghan Quinn. It can be read as a standalone but I recommend reading the previous two books, Three Blind Dates and Two Wedding Crashers, because they are amazing.
For a moment while reading this book I thought it was going to become my favorite book by Meghan Quinn. But then insecurities and secrets came in between me and this book and now I’m bitter. But happy. Somewhere in between but closer to happy if that makes any sense at all. Probably not.
Let’s start with the reason I thought this book was going to be a favorite of mine, shall we?
- Hayden. He is the loveliest, hottest, kindest, sweetest, most charming and gentlemanly man EVER CREATED. He is my perfect man. I couldn’t have created a better man in my head. I swear to god Meghan Quinn knows exactly how I love my heroes and she doesn’t even know I exist. (I think she’s a magician or a witch or something magical like that.)
- Adalyn in the first half of the book. She was everything I love in a heroine and more in the first half of the book. Sassy, witty, interesting, sweet, smart, down to earth, sexy and pretty much my woman crush.
- Hayden and Adalyn’s dynamic in the first half of the book. They had the kind of connection I always crave. The kind where you immediately feel safe and important and like the interest is mutual. They talked about everything, supported each other, were proud of everything the other accomplished, they had fun together and respected each other. Communication is KEY in a relationship and they had that.
Now let’s talk about the unfortunate things that made me wish I could throw this book against the wall.
- ADALYN DROVE ME CRAZY in the second half of the book. When I say crazy I mean she frustrated me to the point of tears. That’s right, I cried real tears of frustration (that’s a first!). Remember when I said Hayden and Adalyn talked about everything and they didn’t hide any secrets from each other? Surprise!! They aren’t perfect! Who would’ve thought?! I don’t want to spoil anything so I’ll just say she was afraid of getting hurt (my pet peeve, ugh!) and she took some decisions I totally didn’t agree with but whatever. I’m completely over it. Absolutely. 100% over it. I’m not crying frustration tears again, I promise.
Sigh. I wish things would have gone down differently. It was hard for me to root for Hayden and Adalyn’s relationship after Adalyn broke my heart but ultimately all I wanted was for my man to be happy and in love so I tried to see past that and support them and it kind of worked. My love for Adalyn’s character wasn’t the same as when I first started reading the book but she won some of that love back.
As always Meghan Quinn nailed it with the comedy, romance, chemistry and sexiness. The woman’s talent for writing swoon worthy stories is incredible.
I hope I didn’t scare you off with my mixed feelings towards this book. I hope you can tell I loved it more than I disliked it and I hope you decide to read it soon because I highly recommend it.
4 / 5 flowers
PS. This song reminded me so much of Hayden and Adalyn so I wanted to share it with y’all. Hope you enjoy!
“Would you mind zipping up the back of my dress?” She walks toward me, her flowery scent floating in my direction, spiking my yearning into overdrive.
“Uh, yeah . . . sure.”
She turns around, and looks over her shoulder. The back of her dress is completely open, the zipper undone to just above the curve of her beautifully round ass.
Shit, all that smooth, tan skin, covered by nothing but the velvety fabric of the dress. Is she wearing underwear? She’s not wearing a bra and I see no panty line.
Clearing my throat, I ask, “Are you wearing underwear, Adalyn?”
From over her shoulder, she smiles shyly. “Yes, it’s small though.”
Of course it is. Why wouldn’t it be?
Not being able to stop myself, I take a second to float my fingertips up her spine. From the initial touch, her back arches and a small gasp releases from her lips, but before I can think about stopping, she melts into my touch. Stepping closer, I place my hand on the back of her hip, my thumb pressing into her ass while the other hand explores the bare expanse of her back. Her head falls to my shoulder. Her lips part, and when I snake to the front of her dress, her breath hitches.
Eyes closed, I take in ragged breaths, my fingers inching closer and closer to her front, my cock painfully hard.
It’s been so goddamn long—and being with Adalyn has only spurred on my need—but I want to make sure we’re in a good place before we commit to anything. I want to make sure she’s ready emotionally because the minute I bury myself deep inside her, I know there will be no turning back. She will be mine forever.
But maybe for now, I can just have a little touch . . .
My cock pressed against her butt, she expertly grinds her backside into me, her hands moving to my neck, pulling my head down to hers. I kiss the side of her neck, using the hand that’s gripping her hips to guide her with her grinding in just the right place.
Fuck, that feels good.
I grunt, the sound vibrating over her sleek neck. My hand on her stomach, she arches wanting more of my touch, silently asking me to move north.
And I fucking comply. Inch by slow inch, I guide my hand to just below her breasts. When I halt my pursuit, a displeased groan escapes her.
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to find the willpower. Her fingernails dig into my scalp, spurring me on as she turns her head and finds my lips.
She kisses me.
Her lips gliding across mine, her tongue diving into my mouth, her moans are vocal and sexy. Her delicious ass, pressing, grinding, undulating against my rock-hard cock makes me want to do so much more, makes me want to taste so much more.
Moving my hand higher, my fingertips graze the bottom of her breast. Soft. Round. Smooth. I caress her right below her nipple, never touching, just teasing . . . tempting.
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!