The Change Up by Meghan Quinn
Release Date: June 11th
Genre: Romantic Comedy
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BREAKING NEWS: The Bad Boy of Baseball, Maddox Paige, is totally and utterly whipped.
Okay, that might not be the headlines in the newspaper this morning, but it’s the reality of my current situation.
It all started a month ago when I received a call from my best friend, Kinsley. She got a new job in Chicago and needed a place to stay. I’ve known the girl since I was five, what harm would it be to have her stay at my place for a while?
Ha! Total disaster.
Now instead of going out every night with my teammates, I’m couch surfing and sketching endless photos of my best friend . . . but that’s the least of my concerns.
The disaster, you ask? I’m rapidly falling head over cleats in love with my best friend, my roommate, and my number one fan.
And she has no idea . . .
Have you ever said something you regret?
Something you haven’t forgotten about an hour later?
Something that sits with you, stews deep in your belly, and then seeps into your bones, burying itself so far into your marrow that all you can think about is the one thing you said . . . and how you wished you could take it back the minute it slipped past your lips?
That’s where I am.
Full of regret.
People always say, “Don’t regret anything. It’s what makes you who you are.” That was said in a whiney, nasally voice. Did you hear it?
Well, those people, the ones trying to spew rainbows and sunshine up your ass about blatant mistakes . . . yeah, they’re only saying that because they fuck up on a daily basis.
Think about it, what REAL person is okay with all their regrets? No one. There is always that one thing you did, that one time, that you will always, always, always think . . . “What if I’d done that differently?”
It keeps you up at night.
You wonder, what transformed, what took over my brain, to utter such words. To alter your life completely and send it down an entirely different course.
Yeah, my life has been fucking altered all right.
Everything was fine.
I was pitching one hell of a fucking season for the Rebels, my ride or die team. I was getting along with my teammates, even the infamous Cory Potter, who made a splash after last season. I’ll hand it to the man, he really is the boss. I was getting laid whenever I wanted, which is always a plus for a guy who has massive amounts of adrenaline pumping through him daily, especially on a pitching day. And there were no strings attached.
Yeah, I might have a rotation of women I call, but any single player in the major leagues does. You need the outlet. Even the prestigious Cory Potter had some booty call numbers before he found Natalie.
I was living a great life, and then it all changed. And it changed fucking fast.
Before I knew it, I was staring into my fridge at dairy products not made from a cow, but rather from oat. What the fuck is that? Oat milk? Explain to me where an oat has a goddamn nipple.
My toothbrush is made from bamboo, which gives off a very woody, splintery taste, and I’ve been using toothpaste tablets instead of paste from a tube . . . because apparently, tubes suck up life in the landfill.
The eco-friendly toilet paper in my apartment disintegrates in my hand and is worthless, making bathroom breaks a fucking nightmare.
And there’s a goddamn three-legged dog in a suit and tie sitting on my couch that goes by the name Herman, or Hermy for short.
I don’t have any privacy, I don’t even remember what meat tastes like anymore, and “Hermy” has a goddamn staring problem. And the three-legged motherfucker, yeah, he’s stealthy. I find him waiting for me outside the shower . . . staring.
When I wake up . . . staring.
When I’m trying to make a goddamn tempeh sandwich . . . staring.
Every time I tell him to “get a life” or to “fuck off” or for the love of Christ “get a new hobby”, he doesn’t even bat an eyelash.
He just stares!
I can’t fucking take it anymore.
I’m losing my goddamn mind and I don’t know . . . maybe it’s because I haven’t had sex in what feels like forever, or because my burgers are now made of imposter “meat”, or maybe because I’m forced to do things I don’t want to do. Either way, something needs to give, because I’m pretty sure from all the vegan shit I’ve been eating, my armpits are just about ready to spring their own mung beans.
One phone call.
That’s all it took.
One fucking phone call from a person I cannot say no to, a person who will forever and always be . . . my insanely beautiful and free-spirited best friend.
Sunny Shelly’s Review: 5 Stars
You can’t have Maddox Paige. He’s all mine, ladies.
I don’t know how Meghan Quinn does it, but each guy in her baseball series outshines the one who cam before him. And Maddox was nothing like what I expected him to be! We’ve met him before in The Line Up (Jason) and The Trade (Cory), so I knew that Maddox was the surly, intimidating bad boy of baseball. I was not expecting him to be a sweet, vulnerable artist with a soft spot for his vegan, animal-loving, free-spirited best friend, Kinsley.
Kinney and Maddie were so adorable. There is so much history between them, and their love runs deep. Having been best friends since they were 5, Kinsley and Maddox already have a deep love for one another. But when she moves in with him and they become roommates, the feelings that have always been simmering under the surface for 20 years tips them both over to falling in love. Their chemistry is off the charts, as are their sexy times. I loved how they take things slow when it actually comes to having sex for the first time, but the rest of their fooling around was fan-worthy. Seriously, that kitchen scene must be one of MQ’s best fooling around scenes ever!
MQ did a fantastic job with this story. As a reader, I felt every ounce fear that both Maddox and Kinsley had about changing their relationship. I felt how uncomfortable Maddox was when she started changing up his life, and how he felt like his “safe space” was being taken over. When I read the details of his childhood and his abusive father, it gave me a new insight to the guy. When it came to The Break Up, Maddox was way wrong in how he assumed without giving Kinsley a chance to explain. But I got why he reacted the way that he did. And the downward spiral that their split sends him on — the depression he felt over how he treated Kinney once he realized how wrong he was — was hard to read at times. The last thing Maddox wanted was to be anything like his father, and that was exactly the position he found himself in.
I received an advanced copy and voluntarily left a review.
About the Author:
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.
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