Mar 07

Diary of a Bad Boy by Meghan Quinn Review


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Dear Diary,

I might have gotten myself into a wee bit of trouble—and I’m not talking about the “court mandated community service,” or “therapy sessions from bashing a bloke in the head” kind of trouble.

I wish it were that simple.

Nope. I’m talking about the “falling in love with one of my client’s daughters,” kind of trouble . . .
The kind of problem I can’t talk my way out of when the truth gets out.

How I ended up with her phone is a long story—and when she called to get it back, I took things a bit too far. One innocent exchange wound up leading to so much more.

Fun, new, and totally immune to my charm, Sutton is different. And I had no idea she was the daughter of Foster Green.

Blame it on the dark colored stout running through my veins, pushing me toward one bad decision after another. Pushing me toward her even though I know right from wrong; even though she’s my client’s daughter.

Dating her might be the best or worst decision I’ve ever made. Only time, whiskey, and one more roll around the mattress with her will tell.

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There hasn’t been a single book that Meghan Quinn has written that I haven’t thoroughly enjoyed. Her writing style is an addictive blend of humor, emotion and heat. Her stories are so funny because her sense of humor is so wild, and she communicates it in a vivid way that inevitably has me laughing out loud. I easily get caught up in the hilarious antics and witty banter of her characters, forgetting that this author is sneakily adept at rendering me breathless with a power punch of feelings—something that she does to me time after time. Because I’m so wrapped up in the humor and romance, the emotional battering I suffer at her words never fails to surprise me, regardless of the fact that I know it’s coming.

I was drawn right into Roark and Sutton’s story from the first page. I love a good enemies-to-lovers romance, and Diary of a Bad Boy was a fantastic one. The deck was seemingly stacked against this couple from the start with not only a bit of an age gap, but also a forbidden edge due to the fact that Sutton was the daughter of one of Roark’s clients. They couldn’t have been more different with him a hard partying, rough-around-the-edges, jaded Irish alpha male, and her a hard-working, proper, and polite Southern girl. Yet they somehow worked spectacularly well together. I couldn’t get enough of their back-and-forth chatter, and the chemistry absolutely sizzled between them.

This couple’s first meeting was not an epic meet-cute—it was a crash and burn. Both of them stayed true to who they were in this book, something I really liked, and in doing so they wound up challenging each other in surprising ways. This unlikely pairing actually wound up balancing each other out, and I loved every single second of them finding their way.

Packed with all the feels, Diary of a Bad Boy was an emotional, sexy romance that made my heart ache as often as it raced. I laughed, I swooned, and I loved right along with Roark and Sutton as I devoured this book. Meghan Quinn’s Diary of Bad Boy gets five smooches from me!

~Danielle Palumbo




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