The Mother Road
by
Meghan Quinn
Pub. Date; Jan. 12, 2016
Publisher: Hot-lanta Publishing
Pages: 283
Format: eARC
Source: Wordsmith Publicity
My Rating:
Sultry Scale:
Never in a million years would I have pictured myself as an axe-wielding, dragon lady, chopping up multi-colored flannel shirts into my very own plaid mulch. But here I am, chopping away my frustrations.
It all started when my brother, Paul, convinced me to go on one last family road trip across the Mother Road with him and my dad.. Just like old times, right? Wrong. What Paul fails to mention is his best man, Porter, will be joining us, who just so happens to be my childhood crush and the man who broke my heart four years ago.
What is supposed to be a fun, family bonding experience across Route 66 turns into a war of pranks, awkward moments and bathrooms full of dirty flannel shirts and day old beard clippings. Paul’s know-it-all attitude and Porter’s devilish charm brings me to the brink of my sanity on my seven day trek across the United States with three bearded men in a small 1980’s RV.
Sometimes you just need a book that is not at all serious and will provide enough deep belly laughs to have tears streaming down your face. That is what I have come to expect from
Meghan Quinn's romantic comedies. Slapstick comedic hilarity. I could totally hang with Megan - I get her sense of humor and I can totally see us bonding like the next J-Law and Amy Schumer.
Let me start off my saying that this book has made me want to take a road trip across Route 66 - something I never thought in a million years that I would want to do. But now I want to see the Cadillac Ranch and the Blue Whale and Paul Bunyun! I am sure my trip would be just as much a comedy of errors as the McMann family adventure.
While this was technically a romance, I really felt like the whole family played such a huge part of the book that they were all main characters. Bernie, the bearded dad and drive of the RV. While he was not as loud and rambunctious as the others, he had perfect comedic timing with his awkward quips and occasional innuendos. Paul, the bridezilla brother with a massive man-gina and predilection for overly dramatic episodes. I was crying during his scene with his ass in the fire. Good grief. This would make a great road trip movie.
On to our main couple now. Marley is a farm girl turned beauty blogger... having traded up pigs and mud baths for Lancome and Urban Decay. Being a makeup junkie myself, I totally dug that this was how she was making a living. How freaking cool is that? And how freaking sacreligious for what Paul did to her Lancome Mascara and Urban Decay Naked palette! He deserves fleas in his underwear drawer for that. So I totally connected with Marley- because we seem to have the same type of luck. Of course some of Marley's bad luck is manufactured by her brother... but it's like she has a little black cloud over her head at other times. I empathize, I named my black cloud Carlos.
Porter is a good ol' farm boy - manly and lumberjack-esque. As Marley put it, he has reached the sex-i-pice. Over 6 feet, beard, abs, pecs, tattoo, low hanging jeans, forearms that flex when he laughs, eyes that capture your heart, and that V that makes smart girls stupid. I could totally get down with some Porter. The only thing I would change about him is to make him a little more alpha - he was a bit of a beta male for all that he looked like a lumberjack. He was sensitive and insecure, and I just wanted to see a little more confidence from him. But everything else was great... and I am sure I could fix that confidence issue if he showed up at my door.
The plot focuses more heavily on the comedy and drama than the romance, but you do get some emotional moments toward the end that wrap the relationship up in a nice little bow. If you are looking for a good laugh and are feeling the need to be a little immature, you won't regret traveling The Mother Road.
I received an advanced copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.
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About the Author
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!
