The only problem is… there are other people they are involved with who not only prevent Mason and Piper from being together, but interrupt any chance they have at making a relationship work. The two are like oil and water, a science experiment ready to explode any second but they can’t help but be drawn to each other. Even though she grates on his every nerve, he can’t help but want a piece of her. After a horrific break up with his now ex, Brooke, he finds himself being engulfed by the temperamental red head that just so happens to be the maid of honor to one of his best friends, Lexi. Psychotic Una-bomber with the constant mensies is the way Mason describes his flying companion, Piper Shores. But to her misfortune, she finds herself not only having to spend time with him at their best friends’ wedding but she also can’t seem to shake the infuriating man in her everyday life. From the minute the alpha male interrupts her morning after hangover on the airplane, she can’t stand to be near the egotistical maniac with a booming voice and annoying sex appeal. 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.Unfortunate inconvenience, that is the way Piper describes her encounter with Mason Dashel. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing… enter her first novel, Caught Looking. 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.

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. 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.

Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady.

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