Review: My Best Friend’s Ex by Meghan Quinn

Posted June 1, 2017 by Shannon in Blog Tours, Reviews / 0 Comments

Review: My Best Friend’s Ex by Meghan QuinnMy Best Friend's Ex by Meghan Quinn
four-stars
on June 1, 2017
Genres: Friends to Lovers, Romance
Pages: 407
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When I found an eviction notice taped on my apartment door, I had two options: find a comfortable cardboard box to call home, or move in with Tucker Jameson.
Seeing that cardboard makes me feel itchy, I chose the latter. Which shouldn't be that big of a deal since Tucker is one of my good friends. And because he's still pining after his ex-girlfriend and I'm trying to finish my nursing degree, there is nothing to worry about in the romance department, making my last semester an easy one to conquer.
Boy, was I wrong.
Rules are set, dinners are made, conversations are had, and a shirtless, swoony roommate walks around in nothing but a pair of black briefs, ruining me for every other man.
Before I know it, I turn into a panting, lust-filled woman begging for Tucker to kiss me, touch me, and show me exactly what is hiding under those briefs.
But with great orgasms, comes great consequences.
Tucker might be my friend and roommate but he’s also my best friend's ex-boyfriend, making him completely off-limits. At least that's what my brain is telling me, my heart is speaking an entirely different language.

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Review

Let’s just jump into it, because subtlety has never been my strong suit. I’m about to get into some real talk right now, so bear with me. In your eyes, I may very well be wrong but this is MY opinion, and I standing by it, I really wish this wasn’t marketed as a romantic comedy, I would’ve prefers if that aspect was taken out and just left alone. The beginning was perfect to me, the ending was perfect to me, but the middle at times was right effed up because of the heroine and her “humour” if that’s what we’re calling it. I cringed. I legit cringed, screenshotted an excerpt and sent it to the other blog girls because WTF. This chicks dialogue, monologues and thought processes were seriously weird. And she’s suppose to be a nurse? You want us to out our body in her hands? No thanks. My biggest issue was that it came out of NOWHERE. She seemed so normal for the most part and then would just go off the rails. She was batty and immature like this and says weird stuff. I get that this is the authors signature but wow, it is so not my style, if this is the case I will be avoiding all other books. I just can’t take this crap. Case in point, here’s a nice little excerpt. I just can’t handle stuff like this. It’s forced, stupid and unnecessary.

You lucky girl.”
“No.” I shake my head. “Not lucky at all, because he’s my friend and he once belonged to my best friend, but all I want to do is rip his pants off, tap his penis and say, ‘I have a friend I want you to meet. It’s my vagina; want to have a play date?” Adalyn laughs so loud I think she might have rattled my windows. “Do you know how bad it is? How bad I want him?”
“How bad is it?”
“It’s so bad that I want to stick my pinky finger in his pee hole and say, ‘goochey goo, I want you.’ ”

Taking out all humour, I really enjoyed the plot. I just wish that this could’ve been focused in a little more instead of the insanity. It had depth and sweetness and I could really see how the story between Emma and Tucker would develop. I loved the beginning and loved the end. The middle was even pretty damn good too, despite my humour issues. I will admit, that’s the reason I’ve rated this as a 4 star read.

“We shall convene at six. Bring your cooking pants.”

We got everything from lighthearted Tucker to seeing his turmoil, wondering if he’s over the past and how to move on from it. He’s so incredibly sweet and vulnerable when he wants to take things slow. And on the flip side, I love how Emma brought him back to life. At the same time, I liked how the plot goes into dealing with her insecurities as well, because these are the things that real people would be thinking about.

“I don’t think I’m strong enough to wait around for him to love me.”

Tucker is perfection personified. I’m talking book boyfriend material here, ladies. He’s sweet. He’s swoony. He’s a big, muscular, good looking construction worker with an even bigger heart. He can make the heroine laugh and holds her when she cries. He breaks her out of her comfort zone and gives her a place to live. What’s not to love? Even when he has a right be to mad, he surprises me in his reactions. Though there were times when I rolled my eyes at his dialogue from being something a man would NOT say, I tried to overlook that aspect because he was so amazing in every other way.

Emma was a great characters too to go along with Tucker. I really enjoyed the fact that she was a nurse and portrayed as being the motherly, mature one. How growing up, up she would be the one to take care of everyone and always had a plan on how to make things better. She was great for Tucker’s life and his situation and I loved watching them bring the best out in the other. I for the life of me cannot understand why she got super weird at times and I’m going to now stop mentioning it because the more I think about it, the angrier I get.

“Hey, you’ve reached Tucker. If this is Emma, be patient, baby. I’ll be in touch soon. Until then, dream of me. If this is Racer, I swear I will tell everyone about your Taco Tuesday mishap if you give me shit for this message.”

A lot of times it’s the small stuff in a book that I notice. Details. Timelines. Things that not everyone might pay as much attention to. But in My Best Friends Ex, what caught my eye almost immediately was the physical attention each character gave to the other. Rubbing an arm, leaning into the other, resting your head on their shoulder, brushing fingers across a cheek or jaw, squeezing a shoulder. All of these little touches helps strengthen the connection and relationship. From a reader standpoint, it caused the relationship to feel more genuine and leave less room for any doubt.

He pulls me in closer to his chest, his grip never loosening.
“Uh, are we spooning right now?”
“Yeah.” He’s so casual about it, as if all friends do this. “Got a problem with that, babe?”
“Uh, no. Just wanted to make sure you knew what was happening.”
“I’m well aware. It’s okay to spoon, Emma. Sometimes a human’s touch is all you need to heal wounds. We opened some wounds between us this past week, and I want to heal them.”

*Le sigh* I’m still thinking about Tucker and how much I love him. To wrap this up, all I can say is this; I enjoyed this book, I really did. I had a twitching eye at some points, but enjoyed it nonetheless. If you’re already a Meghan Quinn fan, I bet you’ll love this book. Even if you’ve never read a MQ book, there’s a good chance that you’ll still love this book. If you enjoy quirky heroines with different humour (think Violet from Pucked by Helena Hunting but less consistent and more out there) then there’s a good chance that you’ll love this book. All in all, would I recommend it? Sure I would. But I’d ask about your sense of humour first.

“We’re here,” Racer says, shaking a bottle of wine in my face. “Wine is from me.”
Smalls smacks Racer on the back of the head. “Wine’s from me, asshat. Is that why you offered to carry it in?”
“Of course.” Racer hands me the wine and then says, “We picked up this little lady in the driveway as well. I’m assuming she belongs to Emma, either that or we found a lurker and invited her to dinner.”

 

*An ARC was received in exchange for an honest review.

four-stars

About Meghan Quinn

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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