So Wrong It's Wright by Amelia Kingston Tour
Today we have the blog tour for Amelia Kingston’s So Wrong It’s Wright! Check it out and grab your copy today!
Title: So Wrong It’s Wright
Author: Amelia Kingston
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About So Wrong It’s Wright:
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.Get Your Copy Today:
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TWACK. Silence. TWACK. Silence. TWACK.
What the hell?
My alcohol-soaked brain is racing with possibilities for the loud and violent sound. Eventually, my curiosity outweighs my sense of self-preservation and I have to know what that noise is. I toss back the covers and grab my wineglass. Not a weapon. Not my cell phone. My wineglass. A girl’s gotta have priorities.
I crack my door, expecting to see Freddie or Jason charging toward me, but the hallway is empty. I head toward the sound, kicking myself for being like every stupid woman in every slasher flick. I shake the thought out of my head. I’m perfectly safe. This isn’t a horror movie. Besides, someone would have to get past Drew first. He hates me, but not enough to let an ax murderer get at me. I don’t think.
I tiptoe into the living room, quiet as a mouse. The rhythmic hacking has stopped and the stark silence is somehow creepier. I peek around the corner and don’t see anyone in the large living room or foyer. I pinch my eyebrows together and tilt my head. Did I imagine it?
The seeming emptiness—and maybe the alcohol—makes me idiotically brave. I charge into the living room, but come to a screeching halt when I see Drew rise from where he was hunched over in front of the fireplace. He pushes himself up to his full height and I’m dumbstruck. He is in nothing but a pair of tight boxer briefs that are slightly askew and hanging low on his hips. They look painted on his deliciously thick thighs. His firm ass is pure perfection with two sexy dimples, just above the hem of his boxers, begging to be licked. His back glistens with a light sweat and I picture raking my nails across his skin.
“Fuck me,” I murmur.
At the sound of my desperate, breathy voice, Drew turns and I about faint. I’ve never seen anything so sexy. I drink him in, long eyelashes to thick calves. His shaggy brown hair hangs over his gentle eyes, making him look adorably nefarious. He slings an ax over his shoulder and his abs ripple in the firelight. The chiseled V dipping into his boxers draws my attention down to the impressive bulge that has my mouth watering. He is powerful and dangerous. The wild mountain man is my new favorite fantasy.
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