Sometimes wrong can feel oh so right . . .
Jenna Lacombe needs complete control, whether it’s in the streets . . . or between the sheets. So when she sets out on a solo road trip to visit her family in New Orleans, she’s beyond annoyed that the infuriatingly sexy Jack Oliver wants to hitch a ride with her. Ever since they shared a wild night together last year, he’s been trying to strip away her defenses one by one. He claims he’s just coming along to keep her safe-but what’s not safe for her is prolonged exposure to the tattooed hottie.
Jack can’t get Jenna out from under his skin. She makes him feel alive again after his old life nearly destroyed him-and losing her is not an option. Now Jack’s troubles are catching up to him, and he’s forced to return to his hometown in Louisiana. But when his secrets put them both in harm’s way, Jenna will have to figure out how far she’s willing to let love in . . . and how much she already has.
Have you read the other books in the Finding Fate Series?
Pixie and Levi haven’t spoken in nearly a year when they find themselves working―and living―at the same inn in the middle of nowhere. Once upon a time, they were childhood friends. But that was before everything went to hell. And now things are… awkward.All they want to do is avoid each other, and their past, for as long as possible. But now that they’re forced to share a bathroom, and therefore a shower, keeping their distance from one another becomes less difficult than keeping their hands off each other. Welcome to the hallway of awkward tension and sexual frustration, folks. Get comfy. It’s going to be a long summer.
Sometimes when perfect falls apart, a little trouble fixes everything . . .Twenty-one-year-old Kayla Turner has lost everything. After spending most of her life taking care of her ailing mother, she just wants to spot a glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel. So when her late father-a man she barely knew-leaves her an inheritance, she finally breathes a sigh of relief . . . until she learns the inheritance comes with strings. Strings in the form of handsome playboy Daren Ackwood, her father’s protégé. To see any of her inheritance, she’s forced to team up with him. From his expensive car to those sexy dimples, Kayla’s seen his type before. But Daren isn’t who he seems to be . . .
Struggling to make amends for his family’s mistakes, Daren has a life more Oliver Twist than Richie Rich these days. He’s beyond grateful that James Turner included him in his will, but working with Turner’s princess of a daughter to fulfill his cryptic last wish is making Daren wonder if being broke is really so bad. Still, she’s just as beautiful as she is stubborn, and the more time he spends with Kayla, the less it feels right being without her. Soon Daren and Kayla begin to wonder if maybe the best gift Kayla’s dad could have left them . . . was each other.
This entire week we’ve been going through The Journey with Chelsea – have you been keeping up? Well you can check out the other blogs that were part of the tour:
September 22 – The Book Enthusiast
September 23 – Vilma’s Book Blog
September 24 – Three Chicks and Their Books
September 25 – Naughty & Nice Book Blog
September 26 – Holly’s Red Hot Reviews
September 27 – Schmexy Girl Book Blog
Journey Through Right Kind Of Wrong
Chapters 25-27 & the Epilogue
Ah, the ending. Everyone loves a good, happy ending—including me—so that’s just what Right Kind Of Wrong (and pretty much every other book I’ve ever written) has.
Chapter 25
Throughout the book, readers see that Jenna has a very close relationship with her grandmother. Here’s a little peek:
I sit on my suitcase and try to zip it shut, without success. I dragged it out to the living room in the hopes that having more space would increase my chances of sealing the damn thing up more efficiently.
How is it that suitcases are always harder to close at the end of your trip than they are at the beginning? It’s not like I bought a bunch of crap and tried to squeeze more stuff inside. The exact same amount of clothes are in this piece of luggage as when I left Arizona. So what the hell?
“So where’s your gentleman caller at the moment?” Grandma asks, with the subtlety of a morning rooster.
“‘Gentleman caller.’ ‘Traveling companion.’ Are you and Mom watching only black-and-white movies again? We need to update your vocabulary. Better yet, I’ll introduce you to the Urban Dictionary and blow your mind. You can thank me later.”
Her eyes smile. “Interesting how you changed the subject so quickly when I asked about your beau.”
“He’s changing the oil in Mom’s car. And he’s not my beau, Grams. He’s my…friend.” I plop down on the purple luggage again. Still the zipper does not cooperate.
She tsks and shakes her head. “And you think I’m the liar.”
I whip my eyes to her. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You’re clearly in love with the boy,” she says. “And yet you deny having feelings for him.”
I roll my eyes. “Please don’t start—”
“Love is the most important thing in life,” she says, nodding. “Why would you deny it?”
“Uh, because it’s the twenty-first century and women don’t need men to take care of them anymore. Oh and also, I have goals that I plan on accomplishing before I die. I don’t want anything to stall my dreams.”
“Stall yours dreams? Jenna. Listen to yourself.”
I inhale slowly, trying to compose my frustration. “Don’t take this the wrong way, Grams, but I want more than what you and Mom ever had. And I have a plan to make that happen. Love is a nice thought.” I think about being in Jack’s arms. Watching him drink tea with my sisters. The way he protects his family and sacrifices for them. “A very nice thought.” My voice cracks and I clear my throat. “But it’s completely unpredictable and reckless. Bottom line? I can’t control love. And I made a promise to myself a long time ago that I would control everything about my future.” I shrug. I swallow. I give up on the suitcase and stand upright. “So love just isn’t in the cards for me.”
She eyes me knowingly. “Ah, but it’s in your stars.”
“Grams—”
“I’ve seen it, Jenna. A great love. A true love. A love that needs you just as much as you need him.” She stands up, her aging eyes sharp and serious, as she walks up to me. “You won’t be settled until you understand something, my little star.” She watches me closely. “Love is the absence of control and the presence of faith. And you won’t truly be happy until you surrender to it.”
Aw… aren’t they cute? I modeled Jenna’s relationship with her grams after my own relationship with my grandma, who I’m very close to and love dearly.
** FUN FACT **
My grandma and I text each other almost every day. She’s pretty rad.
Chapters 26-27
I absolutely love writing the ending chapters of my novels! It’s so exciting to get to wrap up the story and give my characters the happily-ever-after’s that they deserve. For much of Jenna and Jack’s story in Right Kind Of Wrong, Jenna is fighting against her feelings for Jack. She’s afraid to love him, to want him, to need him, so she pushes him away. At the end, however, she has a change of heart and this emotional revelation made my heart sing while I was writing.
I listened to “Don’t Let Me Go” by Raign while I was writing these final scenes and I turned it al the way up to get my heart pounding. It has a completely epic feel as it starts out innocent enough, small rhythms and quiet vibes, but progressively turns into this belted cry for love. It’s beautiful. And it’s perfect for the moment when Jenna finally gives into love.
Epilogue
Since Right Kind Of Wrong is the third—and final—installment in my new adult Finding Fate series, I thought it would be fitting to have all the main characters from each book come together at the end, a few months down the road, and sort of tie up everyone’s story. So that’s what I did. Even Marvin The Goat makes an appearance. 😉 And if you don’t know who Marvin The Goat is, well…you might need to check out book one, Best Kind Of Broken. Haha.
** FUN FACT **
Even though the epilogue of Right Kind Of Wrong isn’t sad at all, I totally cried when writing it. I was just so happy, and at the same time, sad to have my series come to a close. I’m hoping to add books to my Finding Fate series later on, though. I’d love to write Zack’s story—and Ellen’s story too. Fingers crossed! 🙂
That concludes this Journey Through Right Kind Of Wrong! Thank you SO MUCH for coming along! I hope you’ve enjoyed these insider peeks at the story as much as I’ve enjoyed sharing them with you!
Chelsea lives in Phoenix, Arizona where she spends most of her time writing stories, painting murals, and avoiding housework at all costs. She’s ridiculously bad at doing dishes and claims to be allergic to laundry. Her obsessions include: superheroes, coffee, sleeping-in, and crazy socks. She lives with her husband and two children, who graciously tolerate her inability to resist teenage drama on TV and her complete lack of skill in the kitchen.
Thanks for the preview.
Thanks for sharing! It sounds like a good read