RIGHT KIND OF WRONG by Chelsea Fine (March 3, 2015; Forever Trade Paperback; $12.00
Sometimes when perfect falls apart, a little trouble fixes everything . . .
Twenty-one-year-old Kayla Turner has lost everything. After spending most of her life taking care of her ailing mother, she just wants to spot a glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel. So when her late father-a man she barely knew-leaves her an inheritance, she finally breathes a sigh of relief . . . until she learns the inheritance comes with strings. Strings in the form of handsome playboy Daren Ackwood, her father's protégé. To see any of her inheritance, she's forced to team up with him. From his expensive car to those sexy dimples, Kayla's seen his type before. But Daren isn't who he seems to be . . .
Struggling to make amends for his family's mistakes, Daren has a life more Oliver Twist than Richie Rich these days. He's beyond grateful that James Turner included him in his will, but working with Turner's princess of a daughter to fulfill his cryptic last wish is making Daren wonder if being broke is really so bad. Still, she's just as beautiful as she is stubborn, and the more time he spends with Kayla, the less it feels right being without her. Soon Daren and Kayla begin to wonder if maybe the best gift Kayla's dad could have left them . . . was each other.
Twenty-one-year-old Kayla Turner has lost everything. After spending most of her life taking care of her ailing mother, she just wants to spot a glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel. So when her late father-a man she barely knew-leaves her an inheritance, she finally breathes a sigh of relief . . . until she learns the inheritance comes with strings. Strings in the form of handsome playboy Daren Ackwood, her father's protégé. To see any of her inheritance, she's forced to team up with him. From his expensive car to those sexy dimples, Kayla's seen his type before. But Daren isn't who he seems to be . . .
Struggling to make amends for his family's mistakes, Daren has a life more Oliver Twist than Richie Rich these days. He's beyond grateful that James Turner included him in his will, but working with Turner's princess of a daughter to fulfill his cryptic last wish is making Daren wonder if being broke is really so bad. Still, she's just as beautiful as she is stubborn, and the more time he spends with Kayla, the less it feels right being without her. Soon Daren and Kayla begin to wonder if maybe the best gift Kayla's dad could have left them . . . was each other.
About Chelsea Fine:
Chelsea lives in
Phoenix, Arizona, where she spends most of her time writing stories,
painting murals, and avoiding housework at all costs. She's ridiculously
bad at doing dishes and claims to be allergic to
laundry. Her obsessions include: superheroes, coffee, sleeping-in, and
crazy socks. She lives with her husband and two children, who graciously
tolerate her inability to resist teenage drama on TV and her complete
lack of skill in the kitchen.
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Exceprt:
The way I felt about Jenna used to piss me off. I’ve never been
one to need or even want a girl messing up my life. Just the opposite, in fact.
The Lone Wolf role suited me well and I was perfectly content with my world of
solitude. But Jenna came along and twisted everything up. She turned me inside
out and made me feel complete in a way that made no sense. I fought the
sentiment, of course. There’s no room for anyone in my messed up
life—especially not a wild, stubborn, reckless girl like Jenna.
But fighting proved futile, and somewhat self-destructive, so I
did what all good leaders do when they realize losing a battle could mean
winning the war: I surrendered. Not to Jenna, exactly, but to the way she made
me feel. It’s not a pretty or romantic thing. It’s a truth with scars and
holes—and it commands me completely.
Does that make me weak? I used to think so. But then I see
Jenna, still in the throes of a battle I’ve long since succumbed to, and I
wonder which of us is stronger. Which of us sleeps well at night and which of
us tosses in the moonlight.
Strength isn’t about what you can and cannot achieve. It’s about
what you will and will not do in order to achieve. And on that, I know exactly
where I stand.
Watching Jenna across the inn’s lobby, I take a deep breath and
prepare for round two of what is sure to be a memorable—if not fatal—road trip
back home.
“I’m ready when you are, diva!” I call out.
Complete agitation covers her face as she whips around with
narrowed eyes and yells, “Don’t. Call. Me. DIVA!”
I grin. “It never gets old.”
“God!” she exclaims, thrusting her arms up again.
The look on her face is priceless. I could do this all day. I might,
actually.
Wagging my eyebrows in an inappropriate manner, I slip back
outside and let the door fall shut.
A moment later, the inn door flies open and Jenna stomps down
the porch steps to meet me by the car. I quickly shove my phone in my pocket,
wanting to put as much distance as possible between my present circumstances
and the mess waiting for me back home, and climb into the car at the same time
she does.
She’s huffing and puffing and cursing under her breath like a
spoiled teenager, but when her eyes finally flick to mine there’s no hostility
there, just impatience.
“You’re paying for all the gas,” she says, sliding a pair of
dark sunglasses over her golden eyes. “And I mean every single drop.”
I lean back in the passenger seat, repressing the joyous
satisfaction I feel at the haughtiness on her face. “Yes, ma’am.”
If buying Jenna’s gas keeps her safe by my side then I’ll
purchase every last drop in the country. And then some.
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