Welcome to the journey through the Right Kind of Wrong with Chelsea Fine! This journey will take you through Chapters 17-20 of Chelsea’s latest release. Be sure to follow along with the schedule below to catch up on the previous chapters as well as read the future ones in the coming days <3
September 22- TheBook 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
September 28- True Story Book Blog
About Right Kind of Wrong
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.
Journey Through Right Kind Of Wrong
These chapters introduce Jenna’s family members and, whoa, what a hoot the LaCombe girls are. Haha.
I think one of the most attractive qualities a guy can posses is getting along with loved ones. What’s hotter than a boy who loves his grandma, am I right? 😉 But it’s also adorable when guys get along with other peoples’ family members. Like in this chapter, when Jack meets Jenna’s grandma, mother, and three little sisters.
“OH MY GOODNESS! A boy is in the house!” My six-year-old sister, Raine, runs up the moment Jack and I step inside my house and throws her arms around Jack, a guy she’s never met before. Taken aback, he stands frozen with his arms out and looks down at her with a tentative smile.
“Ooh! He’s pretty!” Shyla runs up to us as well, climbing her four-year-old body into my arms for a big hug while at the same time staring openmouthed at Jack. She whispers in my ear, “He gots big muscles.”
“Hi there,” Penny, my sixteen-year-old sister, says in a silky voice as she holds out her hand. “I’m Penny. It’s so nice to meet you.”
Jack hesitantly shakes her hand. “I’m Jack.”
“Oh, I know,” she says, still shaking his hand.
“Is this Jack?” my mother calls out as she enters the front room with my grandmother. “It is so nice to meet you!” Mom approaches and kisses him on the cheek, leaving a lipstick kiss mark on his face.
“You’re such a handsome young man,” Grandma coos as she walks up to us with the energy of a teenager and the healthy glow of a yoga instructor.
Dying, my ass.
“So handsome,” Mom repeats, rubbing the lipstick mark off Jack’s cheek before patting it like he’s a chubby baby in a high chair and not a grown man standing in her living room.
Jack’s big gray eyes look slightly terrified at all the attention he’s getting. Raine is sitting on his right foot with her limbs wrapped around his left as she stares up at him in awe, while Shyla has reached out from my arms and is now petting his shoulder and chanting, “Big muscles. Big muscles.” Penny is still shaking his hand, refusing to release it as she bats her lashes, and my mom keeps grinning while Grandma goes on about how attractive he is.
He glances at me, his eyes crying for help, and I call the dogs off.
“Okay, everyone, step away from the boy!” I say. “Step away. From the boy. That includes you too, Penny.” I shoot her a look as Jack delicately pulls his hand from her grasp.
I’m from a family of all girls so I know how excitable us females can get when a cute guy shows up at the door. That’s why this particular scene was so fun for me to write!
This is also the chapter where Jenna realizes she’s fallen for Jack and doesn’t know what to do about it.
Hold on to your bonnets! Here comes another sexy scene… 😉 I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. I love writing sensual scenes. It’s just so…tantalizing.
In the dim light of the room, every shadow is exaggerated along the lines of his shoulders and throat, seducing me silently as my gaze travels up and over his jaw and to his piercing eyes. Gunmetal gray rimmed with pale green and cut with sharp silver fills my vision, slowly pulling me in and taking me captive. And I, the willing prisoner, absently lean closer as if he’s a magnet and I’m helpless metal pieces.
In these particular chapters, I was especially inspired by the song “Feel Me” by Mecca Kalani. It has a certain ebb to it, like it builds and fades away and washes over you or something. It was perfect for Jack and Jenna’s night at the New Orleans hotel.
** FUN FACT **
I wrote this sexy chapter in the back seat of my car, while parked in front of a grocery store. Haha. I’d just bought more coffee (of course) and as I was getting into my car to drive home, I had this sudden thought about how I wanted this sex scene to go so I threw the coffee in the backseat, climbed in after it, grabbed my computer out of my purse—when I’m deep into writing a book, I never leave home without my computer—and started writing. Hey, when the muse calls you have to respond. Haha.
Usually, writing from a male’s point of view is easier for me than writing as my female characters. I realize that sounds crazy, being that I’m a girl and all, but writing in a guy’s head comes naturally to me. I tend to overthink my female characters, just like I overthink myself in real life, but my male characters…well, I just go with my gut.
Except with this chapter. For some reason, I had trouble figuring out what Jack would think as he’s waking up with Jenna after all they’d been through.
The song “Waiting Game” by Banks” really spoke to my struggle with this chapter so I listened to it on repeat while I wrote. It has a desperate feeling to it, which made it perfect for both my frustration in writing and Jack’s dilemma with Jenna in the book.
Thank you for taking this journey with me through these chapters of Right Kind Of Wrong! Until next time, I’ll leave you with the closing passage of chapter twenty.
Every few minutes, I look over at Jenna, trying to figure her out. But her lack of response to my asking her to give us a shot is telling enough. She doesn’t want a relationship with me and that’s something I can’t change.
I can’t help but feel disappointed, though. I don’t know how to convince her that caring about me—or even loving me—isn’t a mistake.
To be continued… 😉
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.