I 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.
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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.