THE DUGOUT by Meghan Quinn
Release Date: September 19th
5 Home Run CROWNS
I cannot stress enough how much I loved this story. This book spoke to me on so many levels, I laughed out loud, I cried, I was angry, and I swooned. This story will take you on a ride through all your emotions. Carson and Milly will claim your heart and soul. Meghan hit a home run with this one!
It’s as if I was Baby in Dirty Dancing when she speaks to Johnny for the first time. “I carried a watermelon.” Yup, that’s me, the I carried a watermelon girl.
There are so many things that I love about this story but first and foremost I loved Carson. He was a legit good guy. He was dealt some really crappy hands in life but for the most part he was genuine and nice to everyone. He’s also sarcastic and funny as hell, which speaks to me on a visceral level seeing as I too am incredibly sarcastic.
I loved the way he was with Milly, he knew that she was inexperienced regarding the opposite sex, so he goes out of his way to make sure not to push her to fast or make her feel uncomfortable. Talk about all the swoons, he melted my heart into a puddle on the floor (literally it’s still there on the floor). But holy smokes all the melt your kindle hotness once they finally get together. I couldn’t get enough; it was sweet and sexy and all the things you could imagine. And honestly, I think the realness with which it was written was what got to me the most. Meghan kept it natural and how you could really see it happening. Especially since Milly is so inexperienced, it was refreshing to see.
He’s slighty clumsy, lost in his lust for me, and it’s empowering.
Milly is fantastic I loved that she was so knowledgeable about sports and put the boys to shame with her skills. This is empowering to read and to know that yes there are women out there who know more than men in this regard. You don’t see it often. She’s sweet and feisty and absolutely not afraid to put the men in her life in their place. She was pure passion and fire it’s a beautiful thing. I also loved that she was awkward around Carson it was so sweet. Their interactions were amazing and so freaking funny I couldn’t get enough. Meghan wrote her in a way that you can completely relate to especially if you’ve ever liked a guy that you thought was out of your league.
I realize that Milly isn’t just it for me. She’s my soul mate, put on this earth to be by mu side and for me to be by hers. I love this girl, hard. So fucking hard.
This story and their love are All. The Things! Meghan grabs you from the start with her humor and amazing writing and doesn’t let you go until the last page. Carson and Milly will own every part of you and their journey will leave you breathless. Go grab it and read this you will not be disappointed!!!!
ARC received in exchange for an honest review.
Let me ask you a question:
If someone is vying for your spot on a team and just so happens to injure you during practice, would you believe it was on purpose?
Word around campus is . . . it was no accident.
That injury has cost me everything; my starting position, my junior year—and the draft. Now, I’m a senior fresh off recovery, struggling to find my groove, until the day I run into a nervous, fidgety, girl with freckles, in the dining hall.
They call Milly Potter The Baseball Whisperer, The Diamond Wizard, and The Epitome of All Knowledge. She believes in baseball. She breathes it. She’s the queen of an infamous dynasty, but no one actually knows who she really is, and she plans to keep it that way.
One mishap in the panini line, one miscommunication in the weight room, and many failed attempts at an apology equal up to one solid truth — Milly Potter never wants to speak to me again — no matter how good my forearms look.
Little do we both know, she’s about to become more than just my fairy ballmother.
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He lifts the bat, adjusts his feet, and looks toward the pitching mound.
“Hold it there while I do some examining. Is it okay if I touch you?”
“I mean, just don’t cup my junk or anything.”
I know he’s joking, but it still makes my face flame, which I know turns my cheeks an awful shade of red. Ducking under my hat, I walk to the back of him so he can’t notice my embarrassment. “I . . . I won’t be grabbing your, uh, junk.”
He chuckles. “I know, I was just kidding.”
“Oh yeah, I know,” I say awkwardly.
Letting out a large exhale, he drops his hands and turns toward me, his large frame towering over me. “Maybe we should clear some things up before we start getting technical with my swing.”
“We don’t need to clear anything up. We can just—”
“Milly. We haven’t had the best interactions, and I want to make sure we’re cool.”
“Yup.” I stare down at the ground. “Totally cool.”
Apparently, me trying to avoid the conversation doesn’t work for him, because he reaches out and places his finger under my chin. With a small lift, he forces me to meet his eyes, the one place I didn’t want to look.
“Humor me, okay?”
My eyes blink a few times as I swallow hard. I’ll give him this; he’s very handsome. Chiseled jaw, enhanced by a soft tan. The lightest of scruff dances across his face, and his lips have a pink pout I would never have expected in a guy. And then there are his eyes, a brilliant blue bordered by long, dark eyelashes. It’s said the eyes are the gateway to a person’s soul, and I can fully believe that when it comes to Carson Stone.
“Okay,” I answer softly just as the wind picks up, blowing his fresh-soap scent in my direction. What is it about the scent of a spring mountain that makes a girl giddy inside? I mean, not giddy, but that did smell nice, really nice.
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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