I might have gotten myself into a wee bit of trouble—and I’m not talking about the “court mandated community service,” or “therapy sessions from bashing a bloke in the head” kind of trouble.
I wish it were that simple.
Nope. I’m talking about the “falling in love with one of my client’s daughters,” kind of trouble . . .
The kind of problem I can’t talk my way out of when the truth gets out.
How I ended up with her phone is a long story—and when she called to get it back, I took things a bit too far. One innocent exchange wound up leading to so much more.
Fun, new, and totally immune to my charm, Sutton is different. And I had no idea she was the daughter of Foster Green.
Blame it on the dark colored stout running through my veins, pushing me toward one bad decision after another. Pushing me toward her even though I know right from wrong; even though she’s my client’s daughter.
Dating her might be the best or worst decision I’ve ever made. Only time, whiskey, and one more roll around the mattress with her will tell.
Add to TBR: https://bit.ly/2FTTLuf
First, let me begin by saying that I would absolutely love to get my hands on Roark McCool’s diary…I mean….journal, even if he was forced to write in it and even if it’s full of obscenities and absurdities. It’s probably as real as it gets for him, which is exactly what I wanted to understand about him, and even though I more than wanted to throttle him at times, I could forgive him for absolutely everything as long as he kept talking to me in his hella sexy Irish accent.
When it comes to male characters, more so than females, there’s usually a reason for their manwhore lifestyle, reckless behavior, and/or cocky attitude, because, for the most part, these traits all serve as shields to cover up exactly who the hero is and what he’s feeling, not only due to a hellish past, but also to a present that he doesn’t quite know how to stop spiraling in and out of with each bad decision and inappropriate action he takes.
Roark is definitely an Irish bad boy; he exudes testosterone, not only because he tends to use his fists instead of his words, but because he has a swagger about him, as do his two best friends, Bram and Rath, that allows him and them to own any place that they’re at and get anyone’s attention who they deem they want. These three guys have quite the bromance happening, and I can definitely see what the allure is when it comes to their alpha demeanors and smooth moves.
Sutton Green is so not Roark’s type; in fact, she might be the antithesis of every single one of his hookups, but that’s what makes her interesting to him…that’s what makes him pursue her in a way that he’s never done with anyone, and because Sutton wants nothing to do with the ill-mannered whanker, not because she’s not attracted to him but because he confidence is overwhelming and aggravating at the same time.
I love how Meghan Quinn set-up this story; because she provides readers with diary entries from Roark’s more than chaotic thoughts and feelings throughout the book, we get to know him on a level that he doesn’t seem to portray out in the open, until he starts to realize just how much Sutton means to him. I also loved witnessing Sutton’s growth; at the beginning she seemed too sheltered…to innocent, but she can’t be that way and go toe-to-toe with Roark, which means that she needs to stand her ground with him and offer him all the snark and attitude she can provide and it’s amazing how easily it is to trace just how much she comes out of her shell and gives Roark as good as she gets.
The witty exchanges, the snarky heroine, the male camaraderie are all attributes that I’ve come to expect from Meghan Quinn and those elements can be found through Dairy of a Bad Boy, and the fact that there’s only one guy’s story left has me anxiously waiting to see what happens with Rath!!
4.5 Poison Apples
USA Today Bestselling Author, wife, adoptive mother, and peanut butter lover. Author of romantic comedies and contemporary romance, Meghan Quinn brings readers the perfect combination of heart, humor, and heat in every book.