Right Kind of Wrong by Chelsea Fine – Book Tour, Giveaway & Review

RIGHT KIND OF WRONG by Chelsea Fine (September 2, 2014; Forever E-Book; $4.99)
Sometimes wrong can feel oh so right . . . 
Welcome to the Creative Deeds Reads portion of the Right Kind of Wrong Tour! In addition to the book blurb, excerpt and review there’s also a giveaway (or two 😉 ) Below the excerpt you’ll find the Rafflecopter link for the Tour Giveaway. In addition to that chance to win, you also get an additional chance to win your very own copy of Right Kind of Wrong. All you have to do to enter is leave a comment on this post. I’ll choose a random winner at the end of the tour. Good luck!
Fine_Right Kind of Wrong_e-bookJenna 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.

My Review

CreativeDeedsReadsDisclosure1I hadn’t read any books by Chelsea Fine until I picked up Best Kind of Broken. That book added another author to my TBR list. I’ve found new characters to fall in love with in each book. Finding Fate has just been that kind of series. I have to admit though that none of them have quite compared to the impact of Best Kind of Broken. They’re close though…. oh so close. *sigh*

Right Kind of Wrong is just a little different than the first two books in the series and not just because it ventures across the country from where the previous books take place. This one was a little edgier and a lot darker and there was a lot more danger. I liked it though. Both Jack and Jenna went through a lot of self discovery in Right Kind of Wrong. I liked their edge, their constant bickering… it kept things interesting.

We got some quick glimpses into previous characters and readers were introduced to a whole lot more. There was so much to love between both Jack and Jenna’s family that I honestly can’t choose which one I liked the most. Once again though, one character stood out for me. Pixie’s Aunt Ellen is just too great not to mention. She doesn’t have a lot of face time in Right Kind of Wrong, but it isn’t wasted. She made me kind of sad in this one though. If I had a wish, it would be for her to get her HEA.


So, if you haven’t started this series yet, be sure to enter the Rafflecopter drawing. The link is at the bottom of this post, right below the excerpt. If you’re caught up with the series, you can leave a comment for a chance to win a copy of Right Kind of Wrong. Good luck!

Buy Links:
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Chelsea Fine Headshot 2About the author:
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.
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The way I felt about Jenna used to piss me off. I’ve never been one to need or even want a girl messing up my life. Just the opposite, in fact. The Lone Wolf role suited me well and I was perfectly content with my world of solitude. But Jenna came along and twisted everything up. She turned me inside out and made me feel complete in a way that made no sense. I fought the sentiment, of course. There’s no room for anyone in my messed up life—especially not a wild, stubborn, reckless girl like Jenna.

But fighting proved futile, and somewhat self-destructive, so I did what all good leaders do when they realize losing a battle could mean winning the war: I surrendered. Not to Jenna, exactly, but to the way she made me feel. It’s not a pretty or romantic thing. It’s a truth with scars and holes—and it commands me completely.

Does that make me weak? I used to think so. But then I see Jenna, still in the throes of a battle I’ve long since succumbed to, and I wonder which of us is stronger. Which of us sleeps well at night and which of us tosses in the moonlight.

Strength isn’t about what you can and cannot achieve. It’s about what you will and will not do in order to achieve. And on that, I know exactly where I stand.

Watching Jenna across the inn’s lobby, I take a deep breath and prepare for round two of what is sure to be a memorable—if not fatal—road trip back home.

“I’m ready when you are, diva!” I call out.

Complete agitation covers her face as she whips around with narrowed eyes and yells, “Don’t. Call. Me. DIVA!”

I grin. “It never gets old.”

“God!” she exclaims, thrusting her arms up again.

The look on her face is priceless. I could do this all day. I might, actually.

Wagging my eyebrows in an inappropriate manner, I slip back outside and let the door fall shut.

A moment later, the inn door flies open and Jenna stomps down the porch steps to meet me by the car. I quickly shove my phone in my pocket, wanting to put as much distance as possible between my present circumstances and the mess waiting for me back home, and climb into the car at the same time she does.

She’s huffing and puffing and cursing under her breath like a spoiled teenager, but when her eyes finally flick to mine there’s no hostility there, just impatience.

“You’re paying for all the gas,” she says, sliding a pair of dark sunglasses over her golden eyes. “And I mean every single drop.”

I lean back in the passenger seat, repressing the joyous satisfaction I feel at the haughtiness on her face. “Yes, ma’am.”

If buying Jenna’s gas keeps her safe by my side then I’ll purchase every last drop in the country. And then some.



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