Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Shelly Jones' Right kind of Wrong ★Review★

Right Kind of Wrong

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Right Kind of Wrong is a book to fall in love with. The characters have everything against them and yet they fight to be together. Emily is innocents personified with a preacher father, coming from a small town where women had a certain place in the family home, and no real experiences. Xander is her complete opposite, he owns a bar, has a beautiful daughter, a family that supports his choices rather than stifles them, and sky's the limit on women as long as it is one night and leave them. 

What neither bargained for was meeting each other. Emily is able to burrow into Xander's thick protective hide all the while she is hiding how she feels about him. This is only the beginning and the easiest trial. 

I gotta say I enjoyed it. I felt it dragged on in a few places but made up for it in spades in others. I was completely gutted in one scene and she did it so well I still think about it. Well done on that one Shelly. It about made me throw my Kindle I was so upset. I felt crushed for Xander. This book has characters you will absolutely love, some you will want to smack, and others you just want to take the gloves off and throw down. A book that garners so many emotions is worth the mention, share and read! And just saying, Lance (drool) and Alexandria were the perfect choices for cover models!! 

We get to what I hope is the last bar of the night. This bar is smaller, kind of like the ones back home. Out front there’s couple of guys on motorcycles talking and smoking. We get out of the truck, I look up to see where we’re going and I make eye contact with one of the guys for a couple of seconds. The grin he gives me is sexy, yet cocky. Of course my fucking face warms and turns red, he must have noticed because I heard a chuckle come from him.

“Come on, let’s get you something to drink!” Mel wraps her arm around me and leads me inside. There’s not very many people in this bar, which makes me happy. There’s music coming from the jukebox, it’s not country music, but I know this song, it’s “When I Come Around” By Green Day, this song was played a lot at parties back home. We find a table in the back and the guys go get us drinks. Mel grabs the darts, puts quarters in the dart board and we play darts.
A few songs have played, mostly rock, but when the jukebox starts to play “Porn Star Dancing” by My Darkest Days and Zakk Wylde, My skin starts to crawl, “Ugh, I hate this song!!” I say out loud.
“Let’s go put money in that bitch and pay back the bastard back!” Mel says and we start laughing. We walk over to the jukebox and put money in choose our song, “Kiss You” by One Direction. “That’ll teach the fucker!” Mel says.

Mel, Lucy and I start dancing by the table, singing along with the song. I start scanning the bar and notice it’s more of an older crowd in here, but I keep scanning when my eyes connect with the same eyes that met me when we got here. He gives me that same cocky ass smile. My stomach does flips and I’m ready to throw up. Him and his buddies start to walk towards us. His eyes never leave mine. When he walks past me, he winks at me and walks over by the pool table.
Fuck, this guy is hot, he’s tall, 6’0” at least, and he’s wearing a white t-shirt, baggy blue jeans and converse shoes. His t-shirt hugs his body showing off his muscular build. He has tattoos going up both arms.  He’s wearing a black baseball cap turned backwards, but I can tell his hair is dark brown, but fuck his eyes though, I could get lost in those dark brown eyes. There’s mystery in his eyes, but yet you can tell he knows he could have any girl he wanted.  He’s not my type but he’s hot as fuck, there’s no denying that.
“Damn it Emily, snap out of it! Ain’t gonna happen!” I say to myself.

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