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Thursday, September 19, 2019

RELEASE DAY: The Dugout by Meghan Quinn



THE DUGOUT by Meghan Quinn
Release Date: September 19th


AVAILABLE NOW!!
FREE in Kindle Unlimited!
Amazon US: https://amzn.to/2NQIQFB
Amazon UK: https://amzn.to/2PGSRb9
Amazon CA: https://amzn.to/2PDOs8Q
Amazon AU: https://amzn.to/2ksm5vg


I don't know how I could feel shock or wonder from this author's words, stories, or characters after finishing her books. She surprises me with every single book. How can she write such perfect stories? With perfect characters? With flawless humor and an amazingly sweet love? Every Single Book!! So I shouldn't feel such awe in my heart for The Dugout. But I do.

It never fails me while reading a Meghan Quinn book, I laugh so hard that people give me that glare... you know the one, when they're annoyed that I'm so outwardly happy about nothing obvious and they're left wondering if I'm laughing at them. I really can't offer better advice to you, don't read Meghan Quinn in public. Unless the people surrounding you know that you can't hold in the spontaneous barks of laughter... loud and hard bursts of laughter that could end with sweet, happy tears running down your face and sniffles from the sudden mood change. THIS is EXACTLY what happens when I have read the last 5 Meghan Quinn books. At this point my husband has to be researching bipolar meds for me especially when I hit him with the "you're interrupting my book glare."

So I know I haven't really mentioned much about The Dugout but expect what you have come to love from Meghan Quinn. If you loved Knox and were just plain positive no one could ever beat him in the swooniest department (hahaha), Carson is amazing in all his broody (understandable) glory. I still don't know which one I adore more. It might come down to which one would win in a fist fight!! Anyway, expect Quinn to charm your pants right off!! Speaking of, I'm not even going to go into the sexy times because good Lord does this woman give me the wiggles!! These characters are beyond characters. I'm smitten with them all and I am THRILLED to see we're going to get a little treat at the end of the month with a quick novella on Holt in The Strikeout. I'm dying for his mysterious story!!

I received an ARC of this book with the hope that I would leave an Unbiased Opinion. I was not required to leave a review, positive or otherwise, and my opinions are just that... my opinions.







Blurb:

 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.


Excerpt:

 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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