Monday, September 8, 2014

Blog Tour & Review: Right Kind of Wrong by Chelsea Fine~

RIGHT KIND OF WRONG by Chelsea Fine (September 2, 2014; Forever E-Book; $4.99)
Sometimes wrong can feel oh so right . . . Jenna Lacombe needs complete control, whether it's in the streets . . . or between the sheets. So when she sets out on a solo road trip to visit her family in New Orleans, she's beyond annoyed that the infuriatingly sexy Jack Oliver wants to hitch a ride with her. Ever since they shared a wild night together last year, he's been trying to strip away her defenses one by one. He claims he's just coming along to keep her safe-but what's not safe for her is prolonged exposure to the tattooed hottie.

Jack can't get Jenna out from under his skin. She makes him feel alive again after his old life nearly destroyed him-and losing her is not an option. Now Jack's troubles are catching up to him, and he's forced to return to his hometown in Louisiana. But when his secrets put them both in harm's way, Jenna will have to figure out how far she's willing to let love in . . . and how much she already has.

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About the author:
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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  ★★★ Review ★★★
Overall Rating:  4.5 Rockin’ ★★★★☆

Chelsea Fine has totally done it again! In her newest addition to her Finding Fate series, Right Kind of Wrong, Chelsea takes us back to Arizona with her beautifully developed characters and their stories.  Bringing back my favorites, Pixie, Levi, Daren and Kayla, as well as the beloved Ellen, I was in love with the story from the beginning.  In this story, she develops in more depth the exotically eccentric Jenna Lacombe and the hard core Jack Oliver.

Both being from Louisiana, Jenna and Jack shared an instant attraction.  They met a few years ago working in the same bar in Arizona and have been inseparable, until that one night last winter when they succumbed to the desires they both felt for each other.

Jack Oliver moved to Arizona to start over.  To leave behind his old life, where he could be a new person, a different person and finish his education to become a counselor.  After moving so far from home, fate threw him a curveball by the name of Jenna Lacombe.  Who would've thought that moving so far away from home to meet the love of his life, when the one girl who captured his heart was always only a few hours away from where he grew up in Louisiana.  Jack has such a strong heart for love and like everything else in his life does is passionately.  Although, even though he knows how he feels and wants Jenna so badly, she has a plan which he's not part of.

Jenna Lacombe grew up poor and without a father in New Orleans.  Her mother and grandmother have always been there to help take care of her, but she vowed that she would never love or depend on a man because her plan was she would make a life of her own, on her own.  But love has a way of slamming into you when you least expect it or when you want it.  That's what happened when she met Jack Oliver.  Since then, she has been trying to keep herself from falling and drowning in everything Jack.  However, when fate has them taking a cross country trip together back to NOLA, things begin to awaken in her and she will never be the same again.

Will Jack and Jenna keep fighting the love they have?  Can Jenna stop fighting her instincts by sticking to her "plan"?  Read this book!!!!

It is an amazing story, like all the rest of Chelsea's novels.  These characters will entrap you in their saga and keep you on a perpetual pendulum of need.  I can't wait to see who will be next in the Finding Fate series.  I'm rooting for Ellen!  Again, another beautiful story, Chelsea! ~TSRBR

Hero -  5.0 stars
Heroine - 4.5 stars
Steam Level: 4.5 stars
Plot: 4.5 stars
Cliffhanger: No

Would I recommend this book: Yes!  This book will drive you crazy and then take you to a place of contentment and peace.

Would I read other books by this author: Yes!  I can't begin to express the beautifully written stories that Chelsea Fine has created!  She is a master at her craft!  I totally love everything she writes!

***Received an ARC of this book from the Author in exchange for an honest review***

★★★  Excerpt  ★★★
Opening my car door, I slide into the driver’s seat, turn to put the key in the ignition and—
“Ahh!” Jumping back, I thwack my open palm against the gigantic body of pure muscle seated in the passenger seat. “Dammit, Jack! You scared me!”
“Good morning.” He grins.
“What are you doing in my car?” I snap, throwing him some serious stink eye.
“I’m going with you to Louisiana.” He nods to a large duffle bag in the backseat.
I blink. “Uh, no you’re not.”
“Uh, yes I am.”
“Like hell.”
He crinkles his brow. “I’ve never understood that phrase. But okay. I’ll go with you ‘like hell,’ whatever that means.”
“Get out of my car.” I point to the door.
“Oh, Jenna.” He clucks his tongue. “This will be good for both of us. Listen.” He casually leans against the passenger window and pierces me with his gray eyes. “For reasons beyond my control, I need to go back home. And for reasons beyond your control, so do you. And since our ‘homes’ are right next door to one another, I figured we’d carpool to Louisiana and you can just drop me off at Little Vail on your way to New Orleans.”
He gives me that little-boy smile of his and it’s all I can do not to lean forward and soak it in. I hate me.
“I don’t see how that’s good for me,” I say. “At all.”
He shrugs. “You get some company on the road.”
I nod with a clenched jaw. “And you get a free ride.”
His smile grows and I instantly realize that was the wrong thing to say.
“Precisely,” he says.
I can’t afford to spend any excessive time with Jack. Not just because we fight, but because of what happened last year. It was one crazy night when we were both drunk, and we never spoke of it after the fact, but our “friendship” has been tense ever since.
“Well, I don’t need any company,” I say, shaking my head.
“Sure you do,” he says easily. “Everyone needs company.”
“Not me. So get out.”
He grins. “No.”
God I hate him. But not really.
God I hate that I don’t hate him.
I jut my chin and stare him over. “Fine. If you won’t remove yourself…” Exiting the car, I stomp around the hood to his door, yank it open, and wrap my hands around his bicep. Then I start pulling.
He doesn’t budge. Like, he literally doesn’t move an inch as I tug at his oversized arm and grunt like I’m trying to move a massive piece of hardwood furniture and not a human being.
His eyes dance as he watches my struggle. “What’s your plan here, Jenna? Haul me out of the car and leave me in the street?”
“Sounds good to me.”
“Well, that doesn’t sound friendly at all,” he says, flicking the lever to recline to seat a bit so he looks even more relaxed than before.
“I wasn’t trying to be friendly,” I grit out.
I try pulling him out again, to no avail. He’s giant and solid, and honestly, just touching him is turning me on.
I drop my hands and glower at him. “You can’t just tell me that you’re coming along on my road trip.”
He cocks his head. “Would you feel better if I asked?”
“Not especially.”
“Jenna.” He leans forward and his gaze bores through me, down into the deepest parts of my being. “Will you please let me join you on your trip to Louisiana?”
For a moment, I’m lost in his eyes, debating with myself. I don’t trust myself around Jack. Not at all. But I did spend half the night tossing in my sleep with nightmares about traveling alone so maybe having Jack tag along might not be so bad after all. Maybe.
Pulling back, I straighten my shoulders and relent, like usual when it comes to Jack.
“Fine,” I huff out as I stomp back to my side of the car in climb in. “But no talking,” I say, hoping I haven’t just made a huge mistake.
He grins and I turn away.
Surely I can manage to keep my panties on around Jack for a few days…right?

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