RELEASE DAY BLITZ                                 STROKED LONG by MEGHAN QUINN



We’re so excited about the release of  STROKED LONG  by Meghan Quinn! 


STROKED LONG  by Meghan Quinn

Series: The Stroked Series #2

Release Date: September 20, 2016

Genre: NA Romantic Comedy

Cover Designed by: Indie Solutions by Murphy Rae




From his dirty-blond hair and breathtaking smile, to the abs from heaven and the irresistible V in his waistline, everything about Bodi Olympic-gold-medalist Banks screams hot piece of @$$.

Yet there’s more.

Dark shadows lurk behind his soulful, serious eyes.

I’m enamored. He’s captured me.

How can running an art foundation with Bodi Banks turns into a slow-burning, epic romance, even though he tries to push me away at every chance? How can I stay away from a broken, routine-driven man whose soul cries to be forgiven for a crime only he believes he committed? Or is that a lie?

STROKED LONG can be read as a stand alone.




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I really like it when we have a series and the books in them can be read as standalones. This is the case of Stroked Long. Now then; I thoroughly enjoyed Stroked, had a lot of laughs and the moment it was released couldn’t have been more fitting considering I’d been plastered to the TV watching the Olympics. But there’s a character in it that brought out the worst in me lol. Yep, I loved to hate her so much that it took all my willpower to control myself. Since the last thing I wanted was a bashed Kindle, throwing a few profane words at her was my way of letting off steam. Here, I sat back, lapped it up (excuse the pun!) and by the time I reached the ending, I’d notched the star rating up on the scale.

To begin with, I thought that the storyline was a tad exaggerated. However, I was mistaken and all said and done, this is exactly what it is: a story and a very good one at that. My heart went out to Olympic swimmer, Bodi Banks on many occasions. How very sad it must be to live your life eaten up with guilt. This provoked me to analyse why after so long and with help, he couldn’t get over such a traumatic experience that happened at such a young age. Well, the author does go to great lengths: pun unintended, to explain his fears and describes in every minute detail his own personal way of dealing with them in daily life. It is not nice, not a joke and this touch gave the book a profound depth. Saying that, laugh out loud moments abound softening the harsh reality of him lacking confidence in certain areas.

“I’m a little peculiar about things.”

“Say no more.”

Bodi is sex on legs but not in in the least bit pretentious. Of course, it’s not surprising he’s got a ripped physique as his training is arduous but more important, it’s also his escape. I had conflicting feeling about his sister who had been trying to help her brother for years. Yet only her, her lover and his trainer know the true Bodi behind the scenes. They protect him from the limelight and try to protect him for himself which believe you me, isn’t an easy task. Socializing is by no means his forte, so he’s teamed up with Rubi Hearts. Yep, that’s her name and who wouldn’t love to have a one like hers? Helping the less fortunate is on the agenda making me wonder if he’d be able to break out of his shell or worse, sink even deeper.

“Games? What games . . .?”  “Oh, the Olympics. Gosh, you say it so casually, as if it’s some weekend cricket match you plan on participating out in Napa…”

I really connected to Rubi. Not only does she have the patience of a saint, but she’s got a smashing sense of humour, she’s a ray of sunshine in Bodi’s life and quite adorable. She tends to put her foot in it at times since keeping her thoughts to herself isn’t one of her strong points. Rubi does her best and puts her best foot forward… okay, there’s a lot of feet in this passage but nevertheless, how could I not excuse this lass with a heart of gold for her blunders when all she’d ever dreamt about is right in front of her nose!

“So you like swimming, huh?”

Then the texting starts between these two and ooh boy, this is where without any let up, the fun begins! Much to my delight, Bodi’s hidden façade soars sky-high in his messages to Rubi. Yeah, he lets loose and is quite the unexpected dark horse and quite the dirty talker. Should I mention what was said in them? I’d like you have to find out for yourselves but I’m going to be naughty and give you a snippet.

“My, my, my Bodi Banks, such the dirty talker. I never would have guessed.”

“Neither would I. You bring it out of me, Rubes.”

The extraordinary banter had me in fits and grabbing for a fan under the sheets at daft o’clock.   Yep, the build-up of sexual tension kept me on my toes as did one bitter scenario that pulled on my heartstrings. Wishing Bodi would take a leap of faith and open up to Rubi seemed to be beyond his control. By now I’m in a nervous wreck, flipping the pages faster than I can read them and was it worth going cross-eyed or not? Abso-freakin’-lutely!

“You lost your sock? For some reason I’m not surprised.”

What made me smile and growl consecutively was the appearance of the infamous Bellini Chambers. Tut-tut Meghan. . . you couldn’t resist tangling her obnoxiousness ways in front the reader’s nose, could you?  Folks, I’m be pretty sure we haven’t seen the last of her and I’d be surprised if more than one of her sorrowfully pathetic anecdotes don’t turn up in Stroked Hard. Keeping my fingers crossed because Meghan, I’m obsessed with Cruela de Bellini! In fact, I have my suspicions as to who’s turn it will be in the follow-up. Of course, no names mentioned because I’m not one to spoil the fun. . .

“You’re hired, effective immediately,”

To sum up this read. I loved it. The character development, the well-paced storyline and the flowing banter was exactly what I needed to pull me out of a book slump. Ms Quinn, you have hit it on the nail. I salute you! BRAVO!




My palms are sweaty; my anxiety is at an all-time high; and I’m so fucking nervous I’m two seconds from retreating. I’m sitting in the classroom next to the one Ruby teaches in, leaning against some cabinets while holding a bouquet of daisies—Eva’s idea. One of the girls who works at the club is pulling Ruby out of the classroom right now and what should be a two-minute task seems like an hour as I wait impatiently, running my apology over and over in my head.

Just as I’m about to give up and leave, the door to the classroom opens and Ruby enters, looking confused and asking, “What’s going on?” over her shoulder. When she turns toward me, her face falls and her cheeks redden. Shit. She doesn’t look happy. Is she embarrassed?

From behind, the girl who helped me shuts the door, giving us complete privacy. 

“Hey,” I say lamely. 

Looking around, Ruby asks, “Um, can I help you with something, Bodi?” She’s being professional. I have to hand it to her; she’s much stronger than I am. 

Extending the flowers out to her like a robot, I say, “I got you flowers.”

A little finesse, Bodi. Christ. 

She doesn’t move so I realize I have to make a better attempt at this apology. I can’t be Robot-Bodi; I need to use my feelings. I sound like Eva. 

Stepping forward, I hand her the flowers, and she graciously takes them. What I think is going to warm her up, only confuses her even more. Her brow is furrowing. 

Sticking my hands in my pockets, I shift in place and take a deep breath. “I was an ass this morning. I know you heard what I said to Eva, and I want you to know I didn’t mean any of it.”

“Bodi, you don’t need to explain,” Ruby cuts in. “We’re colleagues, I get it. Last night I overstepped your boundaries and asked too much. I apologize and promise it won’t happen again. From now on, we act strictly professional toward one another.”

Fuck that and fuck me. This is not the same Ruby I’ve grown to know. Like. Feel safe around. There isn’t a spark in her eye, a smirk to her pouty lips, or energy in her beautiful voice. She’s lacking her sparkle, and it’s slowly splintering me in half. Because I caused this.

“I don’t want that,” I say honestly. “You are more than someone I work with, Ruby.” I grab the back of my neck, feeling unsure of my footing, and then choose to speak to her honestly. “I’m not good with this kind of stuff, and I really have no experience, but you make me want to try. Maybe we can be friends.”

“Friends?” There is a slight twitch of her lips that makes me think my Ruby is coming back. 

My Ruby? Shit. 

“Yeah, friends. I, uh . . .” I clear my throat and look her in the eyes. “I like talking to you. And even though you try to get me to eat sweets, I like hanging out with you as well. You make my days fun.”

Now there is a full-on, mega-watt smile gracing her beautiful face. The flowers in her hand are now pressed against her chest in a hug, and she’s moving toward me. 

“I would love to be friends with you, Bodi.” Opening her arms, she steps into my space and pulls me into a hug. Her face rests against my chest, and smelling the sweet scent of her shampoo instantly puts me at ease. 

Wanting to reciprocate the affection, I wrap my arms around her and pull her small body closer into mine. That’s bullshit. I want to hold her because I like holding her. Not because I want to reciprocate. “I’m sorry for being an ass this morning, Ruby. Sometimes I react before stopping to think. And poorly at that. I enjoyed last night.”

“It’s okay, Bodi. I could see you were under duress.”

“You don’t have to forgive me that easily.” I chuckle. Eva was right. I’m pretty sure Ruby will let you off easy. She’s cool like that. Yeah, she is cool like that.






STROKED  by Meghan Quinn

Released: July 19, 2016

Cover Designer: Murphy Rae

NA Romantic Comedy


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Reese King: Olympic medalist, underwear model, Greek god.

His body is chiseled from rock, sculpted by the weight room, and refined by water.

On a daily basis his skin is completely bare for everyone to see, tan and defined, only covered up by a minuscule piece of spandex. There is no denying his sex appeal.

I hate to admit it, but I’m head over heels infatuated with him.

There is one HUGE problem though. His achingly gorgeous abs, inked up arm, and cocky swagger belong to my boss, the high-profile, reality star bitch from hell and certified heinous human being, Bellini Chambers.

What I think is going to be an easy job assisting a glorified wench turns into a cluster f*ck of epic proportions.



Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if “It’s Raining Men” starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped.

Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing… enter her first novel, Caught Looking.

Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!


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