UNTYING THE KNOT, a steamy, witty and emotional new romantic comedy from USA Today Bestselling Author, Meghan Quinn, is available now!
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“I’m not interested in continuing to leave it up to fate…”
A spin-off from the #1 Amazon bestsellers, A Not So Meet Cute and So Not Meant To Be, USA Today bestselling author Meghan Quinn brings you a heart-warming, yet hilarious full-length novel on what life is like after the happily ever after.
Ryot Bisley is my husband.
Yes, the former third baseman for the Chicago Bobbies and absolute heart throb of the Windy City. That Ryot Bisley.
The first time I ran into him, he was grumpy, a horrific host, and left me on his sofa with nothing but a nylon baseball flag to use as a blanket.
The second time, he reluctantly bought me dinner, stared at my chest the entire night, and still sported that permanent frown.
The third time . . . well, that was a game changer. His smile captured me, his teasing charmed me, and his touches excited me.
So when he was called up to the majors that didn’t stop us from knocking it out of the park and all the way down the aisle.
Eleven years later…I’d love to say we’re happy as ever but the man who sent me dirty text messages every day is long gone and Mr. Frowny Face is back.
He’s so focused on trying to build a life after baseball that he doesn’t see the life we’ve already created together. . .so I make the hard decision and serve him divorce papers.
Problem is…my husband refuses to accept those papers. Instead, he has a new game plan that makes untying the knot of our marriage a little tricky. And just when I thought I wanted to be traded . . . he’s slowly, tantalizingly roping me back in.
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“You smell good,” she says, leaning her body into mine.
“Thanks,” I say as I tip her chin up just as the elevator slows to a stop and the doors open.
I don’t want to be biased or anything, but I’ve seen my fair share of rooftops in the city, and I have to say, ours is the best. Six-foot glass walls surround the perimeter to maintain the beautiful view, but you’re not about to fall off into the street below you. Along the building are potted vines that have grown into the brick wall, creating a feel of nature in a city of concrete. There are a few short buildings in front of us and then endless views of the lake. Scattered around the space are cushioned couches, chairs, two firepits, and a secluded area blocked off by a reclaimed wood partition. Behind the partition is a plush couch and low table, where everything is set up. The lake is the only thing you see, giving you complete privacy from the city around you. And because it’s Chicago, there’s a roof over the partitioned area with strings of twinkling lights.
“Ummm . . . wow,” she says as she takes in the space. “I knew you could possibly romance my shorts right off me, but this is too much. Look at that view.” She steps up to the glass wall, and I step up behind her, placing my hands on her hips. “I can’t believe you live here.”
“I love it here. One of the only things besides a car that we’ve spent money on.”
“Well spent.” She moves around the space and runs her fingers over the tops of the couches and chairs, walks by the lit firepits, and then turns to face me. “I’m so making out with you tonight.”
I chuckle. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
She walks up to me and drags her finger over my stomach in passing. “Trust me, I will keep this one. Now show me where these tacos are. I can’t make out on an empty stomach.”
I lead her behind the partition and pull out her chair for her. My hand caresses her back as she takes a seat, and I watch her roll into my touch as she glances over her shoulder and smirks at me. That one look says it all. We will definitely be making out tonight.
“This is a convenient secluded space,” she says as she drapes her napkin over her lap. “And that couch over there is pretty deep, almost like mattress deep.”
“Really? Haven’t noticed.” I carry over two covered plates and set one in front of her and then one in front of me.
“Such a liar.” She chuckles.
Yup, I’m a giant liar because when I chose this space, I knew exactly the kind of atmosphere I was looking for . . . a place where we could be cut off from the world and fool around if we wanted to.
I lift the dome from her plate, revealing two barbacoa tacos with a side of lime, cilantro rice, and black beans. Chips and salsa are already on the table, and the cake is behind me, ready to be devoured.
“Ooo, this smells good. You said this is from your favorite taco place?”
“Yeah, it’s around the corner. Banner and I can’t get enough of it.”
She picks up a taco and takes a big bite. Sauce drips over her lips and down her chin as she chews, causing me to smile. I love that she doesn’t care. She doesn’t even seem to notice that sauce is dripping down her face on a first date. It’s endearing, charming, and relatable. She has no filters and hides nothing. I really like that about her, amongst other things.
“Okay, you have to tell me where this place is because these are phenomenal. Wow.” She sets her taco down, reaches for a chip, and pats her mouth with her napkin. “You sure know how to work a rooftop. Sure the view is spectacular, and the company is hot, but these tacos, they take the cake.”
“Speaking of cake . . . your request is over there on the table.”
She swallows and then gently presses her hand to her chest. “Ryot Bisley, you very well might be the man of my dreams.”
“Things I love to hear.”
About Meghan Quinn:
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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