Release Blitz & Review | The Locker Room by Meghan Quinn

The Locker Room by Meghan Quinn

Release Date: June 20th

Genre: Contemporary Romance

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Blurb:

Have you heard the rumor around campus about the locker room?

If you haven’t, let me enlighten you: Legend has it if you bring a girl into the sacred after-game domain of the baseball locker room, it will end with a walk down the aisle. One rowdy and naked encounter against the lockers with the girl of your dreams will make her your wife.

Translation: baseball players are stupidly superstitious and believe the locker room has magical powers.

But not all baseball players are superstitious, me included.

So when the girl I’ve fallen for brushes me off, I start to question if I need to switch my way of thinking. Maybe it’s time I finally hand out a coveted invitation to the locker room.

The only question is, will she accept?

Excerpt:

This map is useless.

Easy to read, my ass. I need a magnifying glass to make out any of the color-coded buildings on this thing and unfortunately, I left my magnifying glass in my other skirt. That was sarcasm, if you didn’t catch it.

Standing next to a wonky-looking tree, I try to act as casual as possible—hip popped out, interested glances, the usual—as I hide a school map beneath the pages of Pride and Prejudice , while off-handedly looking for the MacMillan building. But the wind—though subtle—isn’t making things easy.

Recently transferred from Cal State, Fullerton, I’m attempting to avoid making a fool of myself on the first day of fall classes at my new school, Brentwood University.

Unfortunately, I’m way out of my element.

For one, I know nothing about this school other than they have the best library sciences program in the country. Making the transfer a no-brainer for me the minute I realized I wanted to be a librarian. I dabbled in business at Cal State, but who was I kidding? I had no right trying to figure out micro-and macroeconomics.

A California girl through and through, Illinois is nothing like the palm trees and beaches I’ve grown up with. Don’t get me wrong, there are trees here, huge, plush, green trees everywhere, the kind of trees Bob Ross made dance on his canvas. But the smog . . . I have no idea where that is. Breathing fresh air almost feels wrong. And apparently pizza is a big deal here. I’ve heard at least three separate arguments since I’ve moved about which pizza in town is best. Let’s all be friends and be grateful there is good pizza here.

And even though this is a “small” school town outside Chicago, it’s larger than life with boisterous personalities and ivy-covered buildings that cause me to believe I’m walking on the hallowed grounds where the prosperous were educated.

Plus, I had to buy leggings for all my skirts, because the temperature doesn’t call for bare legs out here.

The wind picks up again, lifting my skirt and map at the same time. Not wanting to be known as the resident flasher on campus, I save the skirt—because even though I have leggings, I chose not to wear them today—and tamp it back down on my legs as the map lifts from my book, floats into the air, twirling and swirling only to smack a passing guy right in the face.

Whap .

“What the—?” He startles and I jump into action.

“I’m so sorry,” I say, scrambling to hold my skirt down while clutching my parted book at my chest.

The map is slowly peeled away and a pair of beautiful light blue eyes peek past the paper first, followed by the sharpest jawline I’ve ever seen, defined and tense. Light scruff matches his dirty-blond hair that is swept to the left and cut short on the sides. Dressed in a green Brentwood baseball sweatshirt and wearing a jaw-dropping smile, he chuckles and hands me the map while eyeing me up and down.

Why is he so familiar?

Those eyes.

“Not a problem, but you could have asked for help if you were lost. Slapping me with a map is an aggressive tactic, effective, but aggressive.”

That voice, that smirk. I know it from somewhere.

Feeling a light blush creep up my cheeks, I say, “Not used to the wind.”

He nods and thumbs behind him. “Lake Michigan. It’s a bitch in the winter.” He studies me for a second and then nods at my map. “Where you headed? I can help.” There is the smallest southern drawl in his voice, nothing strong, but enough to tell me he’s not from Illinois.

I know that voice. I remember specifically thinking it was hot.

Tamping down my map and folding it in my book that I snap shut quickly, I say, “I promised I’d figure this all out on my own, but looks like I might need a little help after all.”

“Don’t blame yourself; this campus is a maze with no rhyme or reason. I was lost my entire first semester. Can’t tell you how many times I was late to class.”

“That’s reassuring.”

He tilts his head to the side and gives me a small once-over. “I know you.” I don’t say anything and just as his eyes land on my chest, a smile creeps over his face, a light bulb lighting in his head. “You’re the girl who helped me find my room on Saturday.”

Oh.

Shit.

It’s the yellow-door baseball guy.

He leans forward, hands stuffed in his pockets and says, “I never forget a good pair of tits.”

As if I wasn’t blushing enough already.

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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“Rule number one in college:
don’t lose you friends at a  house party…
especially when you’re drunk.
Technically this is a loft party though,
so…am I really breaking the rule?

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My heart is so freaking happy right now! And that is why I read Meghan Quinn’s novels. She always leaves me feeling happy and full of love. With that being said, It should come as no surprise that this sinfully sexy and witty romance has made it to my top reads of 2019! Meghan Quinn hit this one right out of the ballpark!

About The Locker Room:

The Locker Room is true love at its finest! This standalone is told from the point of view of Emory and Knox.

After Emory finds her boyfriend of six years in an unspeakable position with another woman, she comes to a decision that her life needs a serious change. So she decides to transfer from Cal State, Fullerton all the way to Brentwood U. She has the sudden need to surround herself around her two best friends and actually live the life she wants to live, instead of the life she feels she has to live. She embraces her single life. Until she meets a man with dreamy blue eyes at a loft party.

Knox is on his way to being the best baseball player the world has ever seen, or at least Brentwood has ever seen. This semester calls for no distraction if he still intends on putting his name in the draft after the season. But when he meets a woman at a loft party and has a sudden need to get to know her more, all bets are off the table.

My Thoughts:

I’m absolute shit when it comes to giving my own viewpoint of what this novel was about. So I’m going to cut that portion short and skip on ahead to my thoughts. I seriously can’t get over how much I loved The Locker Room. Every damn thing about this novel had my heart fluttering. From the swoony romantic moments to the slight angst, I loved it all!

From the beginning to the end, I was invested. I honestly couldn’t put this novel down! It was the endless array of one more chapter promises. What I loved most about The Locker Room was the humoress flirtations between Knox and Emory. These two were so freaking hilarious, I honestly haven’t laughed that hard while reading in a long damn time.

Knox Gentry is the ultimate book boyfriend. This man is swoony with a touch of ego, sexy with an adorable flare, and the perfect southern gentleman… well, a perfect southern gentleman with one dirty mouth. I absolutely loved everything about this man. EVERYTHING.

With a strong hero, you need an even stronger Heroine. Emory was everything that completed Knox’s character, plus so much more. She was sassy with a touch of sweet, fiercely independent, and looking to start a new life, which is one of the main reasons why I loved her character so much. I love the independent female who doesn’t put up with men’s shit. She wasn’t easily swayed to fall for Knox, but under the surface it was fun to watch the walls she built around her heart slowly fall, at her own pace. She definitely gave Knox a run for his money. I also loved the fact that she was studying to be a librarian.

The Locker Room is all fun and laughter, until the final chapters. That is where we get our little dose of angst. I fell hard for this couple, so when the unthinkable happened, I legit felt my heart fall to the floor. I wanted to slap Emory, but then I wanted to praise her for doing the right thing. There is no way Knox would have made it as far as he did with a girl on his arm. So I want to give a round of applause to Meghan Quinn for adding that little twist in the novel, my heart however didn’t thank you.

This moment only made the ending that much more epic. I freaking love a true happily ever after, and Quinn delivered!

Peace Love and Happy Reading,

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