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Right Wrong Guy
Brightwater #2
Lia Riley
Releasing Aug 4th, 2015
Avon Romance
The
fun and flirty second installment in Lia Riley’s fantastic Brightwater series.
Sometimes two wrongs can
make a right...
Bad
boy wrangler, Archer Kane, lives fast and loose. Words like responsibility and
commitment send him running in the opposite direction. Until a wild Vegas
weekend puts him on a collision course with Eden Bankcroft-Kew, a New York
heiress running away from her blackmailing fiancé…the morning of her wedding.
Eden
has never understood the big attraction to cowboys. Give her a guy in a
tailored suit any day of the week. But now all she can think about is Mr.
Rugged Handsome, six-feet of sinfully sexy country charm with a pair of green
eyes that keeps her tossing and turning all night long.
Archer
might be the wrong guy for a woman like her, but she's not right in thinking
he'll walk away without fighting for her heart. And maybe, just maybe, two
wrongs can make a right.
Archer Kane plucked a
dangly gold nipple tassel off his cheek and sat up in the king-sized bed,
scrubbing his face. Overturned furniture, empty shot glasses, and champagne
flutes littered the hotel room while a red thong dangled from the flat screen.
He inched his fingers to grab the Stetson resting atop the tangled comforter.
The trick lay in not disturbing the two women snoring on either side of him.
Vegas trips were about fillies and fun—mission accomplished.
Right?
“What the?” A dove
dive-bombed him, swooped to his left, and perched on the room-service cart to
peck at a peanut from what appeared to be the remnants of a large hot fudge
sundae. Who knew how a bird got in here, but at least the ice cream explained
why his chest hair was sticky and, farther below, chocolate-covered fingerprints
framed his six-pack. Looked like he had one helluva night. Too bad he couldn’t
remember a damn thing. He should be high-fiving himself, but instead, he just
felt dog-tired.
He emerged from beneath
the covers and crawled to the bottom of the bed, head pounding like a bass
drum. As he stood, the prior evening returned in splintered fragments. Blondie,
on the right cuddling his empty pillow, was Crystal Balls aka the Stripping
Magician. The marquee from her show advertised, “She has nothing up her sleeve.”
Dark-hair on the left had been the assistant … Destiny? Dallas? Daisy?
Something with a D.
How in Houdini they all
ended up in bed together is where the facts got fuzzy.
A feather-trimmed sequined
gown was crumpled by the mini bar and an old-man ventriloquist’s dummy appeared
to track his furtive movements from the corner. Archer stepped over a Jim Beam
bottle and crept toward the bathroom. Next mission? A thorough shower followed
by the strongest coffee on the strip.
Coffee. Yes. Soon. Plus a
short stack of buttermilk pancakes, a Denver omelet, and enough bacon to
require the sacrifice of a dozen hogs. Starving didn’t come close to describing
the hollow feeling in his gut, like he’d run a sub-four-hour marathon, scaled
Everest, and then wrestled a two-ton longhorn. His reflection stared back from
the bathroom mirror, circles under his green eyes and thick morning scruff. For
the last year a discontented funk had risen within him. How many times had he
insisted he was too young to be tied down to a serious committed relationship,
job … or anything? Well, at twenty-seven he might not be geriatric, but he was
getting too old for this bed-hopping shit.
“What the hell are you
doing?” he muttered to himself.
The facts were Mr.
Brightwater wasn’t looking his best. His second cousin, Kit, gave him that
nickname after he graced the cover of a “Boys of Brightwater” town calendar
last year to support the local Lions Club. He’d been February and posed holding
a red cardboard heart over his johnson to avoid an X rating, although as his
big brother Sawyer dryly noted, “Not like most women around here haven’t
already seen it.”
Archer is a first class charmer! While he may be a manwhore, he is also kind and funny, and once he lays eyes on Eden, he is done for. Having read the first book in the series, I was really looking forward to reading about what was brewing between Archer and Eden. Their relationship moves along pretty quickly and the drama surrounding them is pretty mild. Overall a quick and fun read, although I did enjoy Last First Kiss more. Can't wait to see what the mysterious Wilder Kane has been up to and who wins his heart!
I received an ARC via Edelweiss for the purpose of an honest review. I was not compensated for this review, all conclusions are my own.
I love it when music helps bring a book to life. While drafting Right Wrong Guy (Brightwater #2), I dipped my toe in country music and realized there was lots to like…I am such a sucker for love songs and strong guys getting sappy. Plus, the Dixie Chicks always make me smile.
Mind Reader by Dustin Lynch
Cowboy Take Me Away by Dixie Chicks
Wide Open Spaces by Dixie Chicks
Just a Kiss by Lady Antebellum
I’m on Fire by Town Mountain
Hide by Little May
Loved by Lucy Hale
Wanted by Hunter Hayes
Let It Be Me by Ray LaMontagne
When You Say Nothing At All by Alison Krauss
That Look by Aaron Watson
Lia Riley writes offbeat New Adult and Contemporary Adult romance. After studying at the University of Montana-Missoula, she scoured the world armed only with a backpack, overconfidence and a terrible sense of direction. She counts shooting vodka with a Ukranian mechanic in Antarctica, sipping yerba mate with gauchos in Chile and swilling XXXX with stationhands in Outback Australia among her accomplishments.
A British literature fanatic at heart, Lia considers Mr. Darcy and Edward Rochester as her fictional boyfriends. Her very patient husband doesn't mind. Much. When not torturing heroes (because c'mon, who doesn't love a good tortured hero?), Lia herds unruly chickens, camps, beach combs, daydreams about future books, wades through a mile-high TBR pile and schemes yet another trip. Right now, Icelandic hot springs and Scottish castles sound mighty fine.
A British literature fanatic at heart, Lia considers Mr. Darcy and Edward Rochester as her fictional boyfriends. Her very patient husband doesn't mind. Much. When not torturing heroes (because c'mon, who doesn't love a good tortured hero?), Lia herds unruly chickens, camps, beach combs, daydreams about future books, wades through a mile-high TBR pile and schemes yet another trip. Right now, Icelandic hot springs and Scottish castles sound mighty fine.
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