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The Wrong Kind of Love by Lexi Ryan
Publication Date: February 12th, 2018
Genre: Contemporary Romance
From New York Times bestseller Lexi Ryan comes a sexy new standalone romance novel about a runaway bride, a single dad who’s sworn off love, and the kind of family secrets that can threaten to break even the deepest bonds.
You never forget your wedding day. Or the moment your twin sister pukes on your bouquet and confesses she’s pregnant . . . with your fiancé’s baby.
I wanted to get away, to hide until my heart mended. I found myself in a strange town with a mysterious stranger whose talented mouth and hands almost made me forget it was supposed to be my wedding night.
Afraid to go home to face my broken life, I pretend to be my twin so I can take her job in Jackson Harbor caring for a six-year-old girl. Imagine my surprise when I find out my new boss is my mysterious stranger—Dr. Ethan Jackson.
I never meant for Ethan to discover my secrets. I never meant for them to matter. But the longer I work with him and his sweet daughter, the harder I fall, and the clearer it becomes that I’m not the only one carrying a secret that could tear us apart.
Get ready to fall for the boys of Jackson Harbor in Lexi Ryan’s sexy new contemporary romance series. These books can all be read as standalones, but you’ll enjoy reading them as a series!
Sandy’s 4.5 Blush Review
You know what I love about Lexi Ryan? She always delivers on the sexy, sweet, funny, sad, angsty deliciousness that I want to read. This time was no exception. The Wrong Kind of Love is the Book #1 in the “The Boys of Jackson Harbor” series. We get a taste of other siblings here and I’m totally looking forward to meeting each and every single one!
Nicole is counting down the days before her wedding. Though she loves Marcus she can’t shake the feeling that things aren’t right after overhearing him on the telephone.
“I suppose from the outside looking in, Marcus is brave for marrying me, and I’m lucky to marry him. Unless he’s a backstabbing, no-good, lying, cheating assh*le.”
Ding! Ding! Ding! Ladies and gentlemen. He is a cheating backstabbing, no-good, lying, cheating assh*le!. He is cheating with Nicole’s sister, Veronica. Did I mention they are exact twins? But wait it gets better…..Nicole finds out on her wedding day. Standing at the altar Veronica pukes all over Nicole’s bouquet and confesses she’s pregnant with Marcus’ baby.
How far and how fast can Nicole run the heck out of that church and from the hurt, not to mention humiliation that’s been heaped on her head by the 2 people that she loves the most? Nicole takes Veronica’s purse and phone, she gets on the plane heading to where her sister was supposed to start a new job. In effect taking her place. It wasn’t her intention, yet once she met Dr. Ethan Jackson and his adorable daughter, Lilly, how can she leave? Not to mention, the chemistry is hot as hell from get go. I’ll let you read about how they meet, because like I said, sexy deliciousness.
“Do you always look at girls the way you’re looking at me? How am I looking at you? Like I’m your dinner.”
There is a little mystery here – where is Lily’s mother? Ethan’s mom is also keeping secrets. Nicole lied to keep a promise. The deeper in she gets, the more she has to lie and eventually it’s all going to blow up – right?
There is heartbreak here. There is sexy here. There is love here. There is also healing here in that wondrous way that only love can heal a broken spirit.
Delightful read. I Loved It.There is heartbreak here. There is sexy here. There is love here. There is also healing here in that wondrous way that only love can heal a broken spirit.
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“Did somebody hurt you?” My gut knots with the question. You can’t save her, Ethan.
“You could say that.”
I step forward. Maybe that’s why she’s here on this impulsive visit to Jackson Harbor. Maybe she’s running from someone, escaping a home that’s not safe. “Do you have somewhere safe to go?”
“It’s not that kind of hurt,” she whispers. She swallows, and her gaze dips to my mouth. “Why are you so sad?”
Because you remind me of Elena. Because I couldn’t walk away from her either. “I’m just worried about you.” I don’t know if I step closer or if gravity pulls me that way, but in a breath, she’s at my fingertips and my thighs brush her knees.
“Will you do me a favor?” she asks, her attention still on my lips.
“Will you kiss me?”
“Nic . . .” I wait for the excuses to find their way onto my tongue, but they don’t, and I realize I don’t want an excuse to walk away from her. My whole body is warm and my fingers itch to touch her. The only thing I want is my mouth on hers. I want to taste her joy and sadness. I want to know how it feels to have that body pressed against mine.
I’m silent a beat too long, and she winces. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be. It’s not that I don’t want to, but you’re vulnerable.”
“Are you always so noble?”
“If you think my thoughts are noble right now, you’re even more naïve than I feared.” I lean my forehead against hers. Christ. Who am I kidding? She’s asking me to do something I’ve been thinking about since I first laid eyes on her. I couldn’t deny her if I wanted to, and I don’t want to. Not even a little.
I cup her face in my hand and run my thumb along her jaw.
She slides a hand behind my neck. “I like the way you look at me. You make me feel sexy. Wanted.”
“Who made you feel like you weren’t?”
“Then he didn’t deserve you.” I lower my mouth to hers, telling myself the kiss will be brief, that I won’t get carried away. But then her other hand joins the first behind my neck, and her breasts press against my chest. Her thighs part, and I step between them in my instinctive need to be closer. A soft moan slips from her lips as our mouths connect.
This girl kisses like she does everything else—with unabashed emotion. She doesn’t hide a thing she’s feeling, and I’m hard even before her mouth opens under mine and our tongues sweep across each other.
I thread one hand into her hair and slide the other up her bare leg, my fingers curling into the flesh of her hip while my thumb strokes her inner thigh. Her skirt is bunched around her waist, and it would be so easy to follow this soft skin up and find her panties. She’s making the sexiest sounds, and I’m dying to touch her, to find out if she’s as turned on as she sounds, but I keep my hand where it is and give her the kiss she asked for. I offer the evidence that she’s sexy and desirable, no matter what some asshole made her think.
The Wrong Kind of Love © 2018 by Lexi Ryan
Lexi Ryan is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of emotional romance that sizzles. A former academic and English professor, Lexi considers herself the luckiest girl around to make a living through storytelling. She loves spending time with her crazy kids, weightlifting, ice cream, swoony heroes, and vodka martinis.
Lexi lives in Indiana with her husband, two children, and a spoiled dog. You can find her at her website: www.lexiryan.com
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