Blog Tour - Review: One Baby Daddy, Meghan Quinn

"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.


“You really should go talk to him.” Tucker nods with his head toward Hayden who’s intently talking to a drunk Racer. “And say what? Heard you’re good at hockey, want to show me your stick?” Emma nods. “That’s a great line.”

Who else had been not so patiently waiting for the Jock's story? Hayden had me so intrigued in Three Blind Dates and Back in the Game. He seemed like such a good guy and a great friend so I had been dying to get his story and learn why he was so sad and also learn about the girl he left behind when he was traded. But boy I had no idea how much emotion this one would pull from me.

“Just want to spend more time getting to know you, so I’ll take any stolen moment I can get.” I twist my lips to the side, studying him. “Racer was right, you’re dangerous. I really should stay away from you.” “Racer doesn’t know his head from his ass. Don’t listen to him.”

Adalyn was so sweet in the beginning but I really hated her attitude at times. Okay, yes she'd never been in a relationship before, yes long distance relationships aren't easy... but Hayden deserved better than what she put him through, unnecessarily may I had. She really made me mad, she kept hurting my sweet baby and it broke my heart to see him in pain.

The first half of the book was pretty perfect. I loved watching Hayden pursue her and fall in love with her but then he's traded and everything in his life falls apart including the close-to-perfect relationship he had been building with Adalyn. She doesn't believe in a long distance relationship, much less one with a famous hockey player. And to add to the chaos, she discovers something that will change their lives forever at the time all this is going on.
And that's the moment she starts pissing me off. I love it when a guy has to fight to get the girl, but she not only made it hard, she made it hurt as well. And that sucked for him, and for me as a reader because it was obvious how much Hayden loved her and was happy about the baby and she was just so stupid and blind and kept on hurting him over and over, and that really hurt to read. I just wanted him to finally FINALLY get his happy ending. After two books he darn well deserved it and so did I lol. The surprise chapter in the midst of the book scared me half to death. At a certain moment, I thought that he wouldn't get his HEA in his own darn book but thank god, it was just another bump in their long road.

He’s going to kiss me. Hayden Holmes is going to kiss me . . . Chest rising and falling, the fabric of his shirt stretching over his thick pecs, I await the press of his lips to mine, but just when I think he’s going to close in on the final inches keeping is apart, he clears his throat and slowly pulls away leaving me . . . yearning. Picking up his fork and knife, he stares at his plate and clears his throat again. “Sorry about that.” Sorry? Why the hell is he sorry? Looking frustrated, he sets his silverware back on the table and plants one of his hands firmly in his hair where he pulls on the messy strands. “There’s something about you, Adalyn.” Head dipped, he turns slightly to look at me. “You make me a little crazy with those lips of yours, so pink, so goddamn plump. I want to taste them.” 

I'm sorry this review sucks. I swear this book made me crazy! I mean I love when books mess with my emotions but this one pulled emotions I don't particularly appreciate. I felt such empathy for Hayden, it was just really hard to read the unfairness of his situation. He was like the perfect guy, like complete full package, he was pretty transparent about his emotions too, only a blind person couldn't see (aka Adalyn). He seriously did not deserve what he was put through and it was something that could have been controlled, she had complete control of the situation and she really made the wrong choices. Yes it was her choice but she should have taken Hayden's rights into consideration and she didn't, she let her fears rule over every single possible outcome of their situation and I hated that.
While she started the book as a pretty sweet and cool girl, she changed her tune when the going got tough and I lost all admiration for her at that point. Even though I still very much wanted him to get his girl, and rooted for things to work out, it just didn't feel right. I wanted better for Hayden, I really did.

“You tell me. Are you going to continue to hold out on me?” I twist my lips to the side, holding back my smile. “Sort of.” “Sort of?” Exasperated, she lets out a long sigh. “Are you trying to torture me?” “No, just looking for the right moment.” Eyeing me suspiciously, she asks, “Are you a closet romantic?” “Possibly.”

But anyway... my emotions are pretty clear on this book. I love Hayden way too much and I was kind of disappointed with Adalyn. Their story was a long journey and a complete roller coaster ride. It started way high and then dropped down low in a flash. It will probably frustrate you too but it's definitely worth a read. Mainly because it's Hayden, duh! For anyone like me who had been dying to finally get our Jock's story, you are in for quite a ride. Prepare yourself!

Rate: 4,3 / 5 stars

“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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