THE RIGHT SIDE OF MR. WRONG
By: Jane Linfoot
Published March 6, 2014
When determined singleton Shea Summers is persuaded to become the “wife” of the Lord of Edgerton Manor, the last thing she wants to do is play house with a stranger.
Brooding playboy Brando Marshall, is far from happy when Shea turns up at his sprawling estate with production crew in tow. Surely she’s just another woman after his wallet? And if she’s looking for Mr Right, she’s definitely hitting on the wrong guy. Then again, after catching an unscheduled glimpse of her knickers, perhaps Brando needs to teach this “gold-digger” a lesson!
She’s seizing the moment, he’s breaking the rules, and when bad boys can be so much fun, who can resist getting on the right side of Mr. Wrong…
It took me a little bit to get into this book, partially because of the English idioms and partially because it was explicitly sexual from the beginning. (Lot’s of talk about breasts and knickers.) From the get go, the writing was good, so I kept plowing through and then I found I really, really liked the characters.
There are some zany actions in this book. The hero, Brando, has a habit of jumping off buildings to relieve stress. The heroine, Shea (rhymes with all kinds of things), is work-obsessed. Two people who would never find themselves together, and the story works.
A few lines I wish I’d written. “The words he’d flung hit the table and splintered up at her.” “Achingly scooped neckline.” Beautifully written!
Fun read. I recommend!
I write fun, flirty fiction, with feisty heroines and a bit of an edge. Writing romance is cool, because I get to wear pretty shoes instead of gumboots, and you’ll notice this weakness for shoes comes through in my book covers! I live in a mountain kingdom in Derbyshire, England, where my family and pets are kind enough to ignore the domestic chaos – happily, we’re in walking distance of a supermarket. I love hearts, flowers, happy endings, all things vintage, most things french. When I’m not on Facebook, and can’t find an excuse for shopping, I’ll be walking, or gardening. On days when I want to be really scared, I ride a tandem.