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Title: So Wrong It’s Wright
Author: Amelia Kingston
Genre: Contemporary Romance
An Infuriatingly Irresistible Love Story
Michelle Anders is done with love. Done with the involuntary heart palpitations and suffocating in breathless moments. Done crying over a man who doesn’t deserve her. She is determined to become a strong, independent woman, starting with focusing on what really matters. Herself.
The solitary week of relaxation she planned at a friend’s remote lake house turns unbearable when the man who broke her heart stumbles in on her. While she’s stark naked in the bathtub. With his pants around his ankles!
Drew Wright may be the NFL’s newest darling, but to Michelle the jock is nothing but a loud-mouthed, crass, country-boy brute. He doesn’t deserve a second of her time…but the things he can do to her body are irresistible.
When mother nature conspires to keep them locked up together, Michelle needs to figure out where lust ends and love begins.
I throw the truck into Park, grab my duffel bag and run up to the porch. I’m a little surprised when I find the front door unlocked and a few lights on. Then again, knowing Austin’s girlfriend, she probably asked someone to come out here to prep the place, stock the fridge and shit. She’s sweet as hell and too damn good for Austin.
I charge into the house, shaking myself like a golden retriever in the massive entryway. I drop my bag and stomp off to find the nearest toilet. I stare down a long hallway that has about a million doors and grumble. Definitely going to piss my pants.
One of the doors about halfway down is cracked and a flickering light has me charging toward it like a moth to a flame. I nudge the door open with my foot. My pants are already unzipped and my dick is in my hand. It’s dimly lit, but definitely a bathroom. Jackpot.
I skim my hand over the wall but can’t find a light switch. I’m scanning the room looking for the toilet when a bloodcurdling scream makes me drop my dick and jump about three feet in the air—pretty impressive for a guy who’s six-foot-three. The acrobatics have my pants sliding off my ass. I shuffle around in the dim light, pants around my ankles, dick out and my bladder completely forgotten. My heart is pounding. My gaze snaps to the bathtub and the source of the feminine screams.
A petite woman bolts upright in the tub, sloshing water over the sides. The only light in the room is a fire to her side and it casts a warm glow over her body. Her very naked, very wet body. I can see every inch of her from the tip of her head to her cute belly button. A patch of bubbles slides down her shoulder, gliding across her sharp collarbone before sinking between her perky round tits. I’d love to trace the same path with my tongue. It’s only been a few heartbeats, but I’m frozen in time, devouring every inch of her glistening skin.
“Fuck me,” I stutter on a labored breath.
She wraps an arm around her chest and my gaze finally makes it up to her face. She’s not scared—she’s furious.
She points behind me and shouts, “Get the hell out of here, Andrew Wright!”
I shake my head at the sound of my own name. I’ve got to be dreaming. Maybe I flipped my truck back on that dirt road out in the rain and this is all some crazy coma-induced hallucination.
“Now!” she screeches while I stare at her soft, round face in wonder.
Pert upturned nose, flushed cheeks, full heart-shaped lips, deep brown eyes and long silky black hair that begs to be coiled in my fist. My brain kicks back into gear and anger takes the place of lust. Michelle Anders. My eyes narrow on her, my jaw tightens and I scowl.
I glance at the toilet next to her and take a step toward it.
“Don’t you dare,” she chides.
I lift the lid without a word.
Amelia Kingston is many things, the most interesting of which are probably California girl, writer, traveler, and dog mom. She survives on chocolate, coffee, wine, and sarcasm. Not necessarily in that order. She’s been blessed with a patient husband who’s embraced her nomad ways and traveled with her to over 30 countries across 5 continents (I’m coming for you next, Antarctica!). She’s also been cursed with an impatient (although admittedly adorable) terrier who pouts when her dinner is 5 minutes late. She writes about strong, stubborn, flawed women and the men who can't help but love them. Her irreverent books aim to be silly and fun with the occasional storm cloud to remind us to appreciate the sunny days. As a hopeless romantic, her favorite stories are the ones that remind us all that while love is rarely perfect, it’s always worth chasing.
