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330 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 12, 2016



I was really good at doing a smoky eye with a cat-like eyeliner. It was the one thing I could claim as a talent . . . that and the ability to embarrass myself at the drop of a hat.

“Why does he always stare at you? I think he might have a crush on you. Maybe you give off some kind of kitty pheromone.”
“I have been known to attract the pussies.”
“I’m in a bunch of book groups on Facebook, and when they’re not posting pictures of erect penises, they are posting pictures of hot men"



was actually the very first novel of Meghan Quinn’s novels that I read. I met her at the Authors in the OC 2017 book event and decided to do my best to read her novels in 2018. Fortunately, I wasn’t disappointed, and this novel was certainly an excellent sequel to The Virgin Romance Novelist. I look forward to reading many more of Meghan Quinn’s novels in the future.
but I wasn’t lying when I said Henry had a fantastic appendage.
Girth. Check!
Length. Check!
Hair. None!
Balls. Wrinkly and weird, but let’s be honest, they’re coin purses full of milky babies. Can’t really go right with those things.
Everything about Henry’s “junk” appealed to me.
“Are you reading or staring at my penis?”
“Love to her is a grandiose emotion that needs to be expressed in a way only an eleven-million-dollar production can accomplish.”
“I had sexual intercourse, I did the dirty, I performed the sexuals, I horizontally twerked it. Basically what happened was penis met vagina and had one hell of a party down at pleasure palace.”
“*Underwear Symbol* + *Nose Symbol* = 4EVA *Heart symbol*”
“Watch out, ladies. It’s time this penis gets whacked off.”
Out of breath, I rested my forehead on her shoulder and her hand went instinctively to my hair, where she played with the short strands on the back of my neck.Ha! That damn cat. There are so many laughs in this book thanks to Sir-Licks-A-Lot. He may be a devil cat, but he provides lots of entertainment.
“I love you,” I whispered. “So damn much.”
“I love you, too.” She sighed and said, “Is it still weird for you to think that we are a couple?”
She asked that question often; I wasn’t sure why because to me, being with Rosie was the most natural and honest relationship I’d ever experienced.
I lifted my head from her shoulder and pressed it against her forehead. My lips quickly pecked hers and I said, “Rosie, I’ve never felt more comfortable or in love with another human being than I do with you. Our relationship isn’t weird to me; it’s natural, logical, and essential to my well-being.”
“How did I get so lucky?” she asked, shifting to the side to look at the clock. I was about to answer her when she screamed right in my ear.
Bringing my hand to my broken eardrum to prevent any further damage, I asked, “What the hell, love?”
Without saying a word, she pointed to my side of the bed. I turned to find Sir Licks-a-Lot, leg extended in the air, toes spread, and his tongue very slowly and methodically licking his little kitty balls.
I turned back to Rosie, so beyond disturbed with the sight to the side of us. “Was he there the whole time?”
“I don’t think we want to know the answer to that question.”
We both looked at him again, watching him continue to swat himself with his mini sandpaper tongue.
I shivered and said, “Why is he purring? Does he ever purr?”
“Not that I’m aware of.” Rosie paused for a second before saying, “Why does he always stare at you? I think he might have a crush on you. Maybe you give off some kind of kitty pheromone.”
“I have been known to attract the pussies.”