The Right Kind of Wrong
Author: Shelly Jones
Cover Models: Lance Jones and Alexandra Hardesty
Photo Credit: Shauna Kruse of Kruse Images and Photography: Models and Boudoir
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Xander is the single father to a 5 year old little girl. After her mother left, Xander swears off any kind of a relationship. Xander only has four cares: his daughter, his family, his friends and his motorcycle. He refuses to let anyone get near him or his daughter ever again.
When Emily and Xander meet it's something that neither one were expecting. The attraction is undeniable, but with Xander refusing to let anyone close, Emily decides to offer him a deal he'd be crazy to refuse.
Sometimes those that don't make sense, actually make perfect sense.
Right Kind Of Wrong. Shelly Jones © copyright 2015
Review by Juls
"He just seems completely wrong for you, but he also seems completely right for you. "
"He's my Right Kind of Wrong mom."
4 Stars!
This was a good story. I liked Xander and loved his relationship with his daughter. I love stories about single dads! I don't know what it is about it, but they seriously always get me!
Emily was hilarious. I can not believe how many times I was laughing out loud because of her thoughts or what she says. I loved her personality. The funniest part was when she decided to get waxed!! I died laughing. It totally reminded me of my sister! I had to share that part with the girls from ILST and we all had a good laugh reading it!
I did feel that Xander and Emily's relationship did progress pretty quickly. They met and shortly after...they were a couple. I know at times that happens; however, I knew she's a Pastor's daughter and I was expecting something a little different. Emily is the perfect example of a child that has been tied down her whole life, but then grows up to be a little on the wild side! I did at times have some mixed feelings with the way she talked to her parents. Over time, I got over it, but I did think she could have showed a little more respect to them.
Overall, this story was good. It was steamy, realistic, and full of laughter! If your looking for an easy read that will give you a little of everything, I would recommend this! I'm looking forward to more from Shelly Jones!
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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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