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LAST FIRST KISS
RIGHT WRONG GUY
Brightwater #2
Lia Riley
Releasing Aug 4th, 2015
Avon Romance
The
fun and flirty second installment in Lia Riley’s fantastic Brightwater series.
Sometimes two wrongs can
make a right...
Bad
boy wrangler, Archer Kane, lives fast and loose. Words like responsibility and
commitment send him running in the opposite direction. Until a wild Vegas
weekend puts him on a collision course with Eden Bankcroft-Kew, a New York
heiress running away from her blackmailing fiancé…the morning of her wedding.
Eden
has never understood the big attraction to cowboys. Give her a guy in a
tailored suit any day of the week. But now all she can think about is Mr.
Rugged Handsome, six-feet of sinfully sexy country charm with a pair of green
eyes that keeps her tossing and turning all night long.
Archer
might be the wrong guy for a woman like her, but she's not right in thinking
he'll walk away without fighting for her heart. And maybe, just maybe, two
wrongs can make a right.
MY THOUGHTS:
This is the second book in the Brightwater series that I have read and I loved this one even more than I loved the first one. Eden discovers that her fiance is only marrying her for her money and she hitchhikes on out there and ends up in Archer's world. Archer is home to run the familys ranch after his very carefully laid-out plans goes out the window. I really loved Eden and Archer. This was another amazing contemperary romance from the very creative and brilliant mind of Lia Riley. Y'all can find my review of First Last Kiss here
EXCERPT:
Whatever.
Archer had it good, made great tips as a wrangler at a dude ranch. His middle
brother took life seriously enough and he hadn’t seen his oldest one in years.
Wilder worked as a smoke jumper in Montana. Sometimes Archer wondered what
would happen if he cruised to Big Sky Country and paid him a surprise visit—maybe
he had multiple sister wives or was a secret war lord.
Growing up
after their parents died in a freak house fire, they all slipped into roles.
Wilder withdrew, brooding and angry, Sawyer became Mr. Nice Guy, always the
teacher’s pet or offering to do chores. Archer rounded things out by going for
laughs and practical jokes and causing trouble because someone had to remind
everyone else not to take life so seriously. None of them were getting out
alive.
He kept
marching down the flights of stairs, tucking in his shirt. Grandma’s words
played on a loop in his mind. “Using women like disposable silverware.”
Lord
knew—those women used him right back. It was fun, didn’t mean anything.
Meaningless.
He ground
his jaw so tight his teeth hurt. Casual sex on pool tables, washing machines,
countertops, and lawn chairs filled his physical needs, but these random
hookups were starting to make him feel more and more alone.
On the
ground floor, he slammed open the stairwell door. There were two corridors
ahead. He turned left for no reason other than that’s the hand he favored.
Seemed like he chose wisely because a side entrance gave him a quick exit. He
walked out, wincing at the morning sun even as he gulped fresh air, fresh for
the Vegas Strip, but a far cry from the Eastern Sierras’s clean mountain
breeze. His heart stirred. He’d have some breakfast and hit the road. As much
as he liked leaving Brightwater, he always missed home.
Archer
reached to adjust his hat and grabbed a handful of wet hair instead. Twelve
stories above, a stripping magician had found herself a mighty fine Stetson.
He stepped
onto the street, jumping back on the curb when a city bus turned, the side
plastered with a shoe ad sporting the slogan, “Can You Run Forever?”
Hell, he’d
been running from accountability, stability, and boring routines his whole
life.
Another
thought crept in and sank its roots deep. Was he really running from those
things, or was he letting his fears of commitment and responsibility run him
instead?
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Lia Riley writes offbeat New Adult and Contemporary Adult romance.
After studying at the University of Montana-Missoula, she scoured the world
armed only with a backpack, overconfidence and a terrible sense of direction.
She counts shooting vodka with a Ukranian mechanic in Antarctica, sipping yerba
mate with gauchos in Chile and swilling XXXX with
stationhands in Outback Australia among her accomplishments.
A British literature fanatic at heart, Lia considers Mr. Darcy and Edward Rochester as her fictional boyfriends. Her very patient husband doesn't mind. Much. When not torturing heroes (because c'mon, who doesn't love a good tortured hero?), Lia herds unruly chickens, camps, beach combs, daydreams about future books, wades through a mile-high TBR pile and schemes yet another trip. Right now, Icelandic hot springs and Scottish castles sound mighty fine.
A British literature fanatic at heart, Lia considers Mr. Darcy and Edward Rochester as her fictional boyfriends. Her very patient husband doesn't mind. Much. When not torturing heroes (because c'mon, who doesn't love a good tortured hero?), Lia herds unruly chickens, camps, beach combs, daydreams about future books, wades through a mile-high TBR pile and schemes yet another trip. Right now, Icelandic hot springs and Scottish castles sound mighty fine.
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