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Put Me in Detention by Meghan Quinn ~ Review


Put Me in Detention has everything I love about Quinn’s novels: witty characters, laughter, a tension-filled slow burn, and, as always, she instills a lesson that we can carry with us long after we finish the book.

I’d been looking forward to reading Cora’s story since we first met; there was something about her that drew me in, and as I read Put Me in Detention, I knew her story was one I needed, a story that would become ingrained in my heart.

Cora had a vibrant and sassy side, but she was also reserved and closed off at times to protect herself. I understand it on so many levels; a person can only take so much before they begin to expect the worst; only allowing people to see what you want them to see, and not allowing anyone to get close enough to hurt you.

Pike was a conundrum; he had a tattooed, bad boy biker vibe, but he was so much more than his outward appearance would suggest. He had a wonderful heart. He wanted to make a difference in the world, and he and his siblings were doing just that.

Pike and Cora had a sizzle that seemed to grow in intensity with each page. Their connection was palpable with each word, and the more Cora pushed, the more noticeable the tension became. Pike saw Cora in a way that no one else had, and she began to see herself in a new light as a result.

Put Me in Detention is a slow-burn that only Quinn can deliver, brimming with witty banter, laugh-out-loud shenanigans, a swoony hero, a sassy heroine, and feels. I adore this world Quinn has created.


“You got married on your divorce-cation?”

That would unfortunately be correct.

I was hanging with the girls, celebrating my divorce when I saw him, my crush, sitting in the corner of the bar all alone. Being single and looking for a wild night, I asked him if he wanted to join me. To my delight, he said yes.

Drinks were consumed, fun was had and then . . . one drunken conversation with a cranky gondolier in Las Vegas led to an Uber lift through a drive-thru wedding chapel with the incredibly hot, British bad boy, Pike Greyson.

On paper, it seemed like I hit the jackpot. And if I wasn’t fresh from a toxic marriage, I would have absolutely noticed the finer things about him.

But I wanted nothing to do with being married, so when I arrived back home from my eventful weekend in Vegas, the last thing I expected to see was a new doting husband already moved in.

I asked for an annulment, he pulled a Ross Geller and said no.

That’s right, he said NO! Instead, he asked for three months to prove we could be good together.

Insanity clearly knocked him in the head and the only way I could convince him to give up on our sham of a marriage was to show him just how wrong we were for each other. Only problem with that was, he saw right through my every prank, every trick, and every yearning emotion I attempted to mask.

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