From the first day I met Racer McKay, I knew our interaction was going to be incredibly brief. First impressions really do matter and unfortunately, I didn’t make a very good one.
At the time, I didn’t think much of it. I was never going to see this man again, right?
Wrong! When I’m met with the opportunity of a lifetime, there is only one man in the state of New York who can assist me. And can you guess who it is?
But what I don’t realize is he needs me just as much as I need him. I have money he’s desperate for, and he holds the key to making my dreams come true.
So, we reluctantly join forces.
Our pranks turn from sarcastic banter, to sexual tension and lust-filled glances. Bickering matches quickly morph into slow burn moments. We’re hot, we’re cold. We push and pull. I need him, I don’t want him. We’re on the verge of combusting with an agreement dangling dangerously between us. Neither one of us can afford to lose one another and yet, we’re finding it quite hard to decipher the line that rests between love and hate.
I. Loved. This. Book!!!!!
Racer is a hard working, opinionated, hot specimen of man
Georgiana (AKA Georgie) is a rich , snotty , stuck up girl or so Racer thinks.
One comes from a life of refined luxury while the other is struggling to make ends meet.
Georgie wants to spread her wings and live but is being held back from the one person in her life who should be encouraging her, her father. Racer has been trying to keep his head above water for so long, he doesn’t know what it’s like to just live. When these two get together, the war of words begins!
The one liners in this book are endlessly hilarious…
I highlighted so many hilarious sections. I absolutely flove Racer.
With laugh out loud moments and H-O-T sexy times, this book has it all and throughout there is such wit and personality from a number of characters, Twisted Twosome was by far, the most one of my top reads of this year to date.
Quinn’s’ story-lines are AMAZING and they have so much emotional depth than what you would expect from a “normal” romcom. She balances the sexy to PERFECTION! She brings the laughs and the tears altogether to create something truly special, something that we will never ever forget
-FLAWLESS—without any blemishes or imperfections; perfect.
“Thanks for lunch, I haven’t had a fine peanut butter and jelly sandwich in quite some time.” Racer takes a giant bite from one of three sandwiches I made him. The man can eat; I just want to know where he puts it all. “What is this, crunchy peanut butter?” He looks over the sandwich, studying it intently.“Yes, it’s crunchy with mixed berry jam.”He nods and takes another bite. He talks with his mouth full, which for some weird reason makes him oddly adorable. “Nice touch, George. The peanuts add a nice texture.”“Are you going all food critic on my PB and J skills right now?”Lifting his shirt, he dabs away some of the sweat that’s collecting on his forehead, beneath his backward hat. His abs flex with the movement, drawing my attention. Each divot calling out to me to touch, to examine . . . to lick.“I think every human should be judged on their PB and J skills.”I pull my eyes away from his stomach just in time not to get caught staring. “Why do you think that?”“Because,” he takes another bite, “I think building a peanut butter and jelly sandwich is in everyone’s repertoire, but only the truly skilled know how to make a proper one. And I want to be friends with the truly skilled.”“Is that so?” I take a drink of my green tea and study him for a second, watching the way the muscles in his jaw move with each bite and swallow. It’s sexy.His neck is sexy? Is that possible?“So where do I land on your scale of sandwich artists?”He smiles from my term, and I realize how much I adore his boyish charm. Pulling his eyes away from me, he examines one of the sandwiches I made him and starts assessing it. “Good ratio of peanut butter to jelly. Nice choice in bread. The crunch you added has been a pleasant surprise, and the mixed berry jam is fucking delightful.” I giggle from his girly term. “But . . .”I perk up; there’s a but? “But what?”He quirks his mouth to the side, almost to say, “Sorry, but you’re not quite perfect.” “The bread, it should have been toasted. Toasting it would have taken you to boss level when it comes to the PB and J.”“Toasting it?”He nods and takes another bite. “When you don’t toast a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, the peanut butter and bread form a paste on the roof of your mouth. Even though it tastes good, it can get quite irritating.”“But I didn’t have a toaster.”“Rookie mistake.”“Well, If I knew I was going to be critiqued, I would have sprung for bacon.”He pauses mid bite and stares at me over his sandwich. “You’re a beast for bringing up the option.”I polish off the rest of my sandwich and wipe my fingers. “Well, maybe next time you’ll communicate expectations better. I’m not a mind reader, Racer. Frankly, the fact I didn’t make boss level is on you, not me.”I stand and gather my trash as he stares me down. “Don’t you turn this on me. You didn’t have a toaster. The toaster is what’s key. This is on you, Georgie. This is on you!” he calls out as I make my way to the back, laughing to myself the entire time.
and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped.