“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.

My Review

One Baby Daddy’s golden boy, Hayden, is not only my favorite of Meghan Quinn’s heroes, but he’s also the ultimate book boyfriend because he’s an atypical professional athlete – one whose views on and desire for love as well as his thoughtfulness and caring ways puts him in a class all of his own. There seems to be nothing he wouldn’t do for the right woman, and while he knows in his gut and in his heart that Adalyn is who he wants, unavoidable circumstances create a fissure in their relationship, forcing tough decisions to be made and potentially ruining everything that’s developed between them.

I don’t necessarily believe that there’s such a thing as a prefect romance hero, but I would say that Hayden comes pretty darn close, which is why Adalyn’s change in attitude and her treatment of Hayden in the second half of the story frustrated the heck out of me. I get that her insecurities as well as her hormones play into her reactions and actions, but I just didn’t understand why she treated Hayden the way she did at certain points in the story AND the fact that she holds key information close to the vest and doesn’t seemed concerned with anyone else’s feelings but her own didn’t sit well with me. There were times in the story that I detested Adalyn, and I’ll admit, at times, I didn’t think she deserved Hayden, but her attitude and her decisions do improve, which eased some of the frustration I had concerning her selfishness and her inability to see the big picture when it came to what she and Hayden had the potential to be.

The witty exchanges as well as the charming and romantic interactions between Hayden and Adalyn illustrate just how good these two are together and they also prove why they shouldn’t let anything stand in their way from making a commitment to one another regardless of what may happen with Hayden’s career and/or Adalyn’s unexpected pregnancy. And while I know that’s easier said than none, especially when things continue to become more and more complicated, but because their foundation seems so solid, I didn’t quite grasp why everything became so difficult between them when life altered their respective paths.

Hayden and Adalyn’s romance is quite the slow burn, which is due, in part, to Hayden’s need to feel connected to Adalyn and his want for something more than just a physical reaction. The build-up and sexual tension resonates from the pages of the story, making the moment they finally do give into the feelings and desires flowing between them that much sweeter. Since being introduced to Meghan Quinn’s writing and characters, I’ve been hooked, and I’ve adored every story in her Dating by Numbers series, so the fact that readers get to catch up with previous characters as well as meet and get to know potential new heroes and/or heroines.

4.5 Poison Apples


“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.

“Hayden, please.”

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!

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