THE CHANGE UP by Meghan Quinn
Release Date: June 11th
Genre: Romantic Comedy
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BLURB:
BREAKING NEWS: The Bad Boy of Baseball, Maddox Paige, is totally and utterly whipped.Okay, that might not be the headlines in the newspaper this morning, but it's the reality of my current situation.
It all started a month ago when I received a call from my best friend, Kinsley. She got a new job in Chicago and needed a place to stay. I've known the girl since I was five, what harm would it be to have her stay at my place for a while?
Ha! Total disaster.
Now instead of going out every night with my teammates, I'm couch surfing and sketching endless photos of my best friend . . . but that's the least of my concerns.
The disaster, you ask? I'm rapidly falling head over cleats in love with my best friend, my roommate, and my number one fan.
And she has no idea . . .
PROLOGUE:
**MADDOX**
Have you ever said something you
regret?
Something you haven’t forgotten
about an hour later?
Something that sits with you, stews
deep in your belly, and then seeps into your bones, burying itself so far into
your marrow that all you can think about is the one thing you said . . . and
how you wished you could take it back the minute it slipped past your lips?
That’s where I am.
Full of regret.
People always say, “Don’t regret
anything. It’s what makes you who you are.” That was said in a whiney, nasally
voice. Did you hear it?
Well, those people, the ones trying
to spew rainbows and sunshine up your ass about blatant mistakes . . . yeah,
they’re only saying that because they fuck up on a daily basis.
Think about it, what REAL person is
okay with all their regrets? No one. There is always that one thing you did,
that one time, that you will always, always, always think . . . “What if I’d
done that differently?”
It keeps you up at night.
You wonder, what transformed, what
took over my brain, to utter such words. To alter your life completely and send
it down an entirely different course.
Yeah, my life has been fucking
altered all right.
Everything was fine.
I was pitching one hell of a fucking
season for the Rebels, my ride or die team. I was getting along with my
teammates, even the infamous Cory Potter, who made a splash after last season.
I’ll hand it to the man, he really is the boss. I was getting laid whenever I
wanted, which is always a plus for a guy who has massive amounts of adrenaline
pumping through him daily, especially on a pitching day. And there were no
strings attached.
None.
Yeah, I might have a rotation of
women I call, but any single player in the major leagues does. You need the
outlet. Even the prestigious Cory Potter had some booty call numbers before he
found Natalie.
I was living a great life, and then
it all changed. And it changed fucking fast.
Before I knew it, I was staring into
my fridge at dairy products not made from a cow, but rather from oat. What the
fuck is that? Oat milk? Explain to me where an oat has a goddamn nipple.
My toothbrush is made from bamboo,
which gives off a very woody, splintery taste, and I’ve been using toothpaste
tablets instead of paste from a tube . . . because apparently, tubes suck up
life in the landfill.
The eco-friendly toilet paper in my
apartment disintegrates in my hand and is worthless, making bathroom breaks a
fucking nightmare.
And there’s a goddamn three-legged
dog in a suit and tie sitting on my couch that goes by the name Herman, or
Hermy for short.
I don’t have any privacy, I don’t
even remember what meat tastes like anymore, and “Hermy” has a goddamn staring
problem. And the three-legged motherfucker, yeah, he’s stealthy. I find him
waiting for me outside the shower . . . staring.
When I wake up . . . staring.
When I’m trying to make a goddamn
tempeh sandwich . . . staring.
Every time I tell him to “get a
life” or to “fuck off” or for the love of Christ “get a new hobby”, he doesn’t
even bat an eyelash.
He just stares!
I can’t fucking take it
anymore.
I’m losing my goddamn mind and I
don’t know . . . maybe it’s because I haven’t had sex in what feels like
forever, or because my burgers are now made of imposter “meat”, or maybe
because I’m forced to do things I don’t want to do. Either way, something needs
to give, because I’m pretty sure from all the vegan shit I’ve been eating, my
armpits are just about ready to spring their own mung beans.
Christ.
One phone call.
That’s all it took.
One fucking phone call from a person
I cannot say no to, a person who will forever and always be . . . my
insanely beautiful and free-spirited best friend.
Review by Gia
Maddox is a sexy baseballs player. He has his fair share of woman, he even has a schedule of who he hooks up with and when. He's also an alright guy. He had rough childhood. Kinsley has been his best friend for ever. When Kinsley is given an opportunity to move to Chicago for a job, Maddox says she can stay with him. They are each others rock. Kinsley is an animal lover, a vegan, and care for the environment. I really loved her. These two are the greatest of best friends. The both have felling for each other other then friendship though. These two are so cute and they slowly transition from best friends to more. Things were going so great for them and then a huge curve-ball is tossed in and Maddox has to work really hard to repair things. I loved everything about this one, it's a great read.
4 1/2 Stars!
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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