“I thought I’d see that dimple tonight. I imagined stripping out of my wedding gown and watching him smile in appreciation of my body. I’ve been dieting and exercising for months so I could look my best on our special night. All the while, he was fucking my sister. I’m gonna need more tequila.”
The Wrong Kind of Love is book one in The Boys of Jackson Harbor series and I really and truly enjoyed it. It also happens to be my first Lexi Ryan story. I’m having so much luck and fun with these new to me authors, it makes me wonder why I didn’t branch out more before, but I’m so pleased I have now. This story is about love lost then found, betrayal, secrets and lies. It really pulled me in with the smart witty plot and the drama that surrounded these characters. I read each new page with so much anticipation because I couldn’t wait to find out what would happen next, and when the secrets and lies would be uncovered, because they always come out in the end.
Your wedding day is meant to be one of the happiest days of your life, something you’ve dreamed of since you were a little girl, but as Nicole (Nic) discovered, dreams don’t always work out as planned. Nic was all set to walk down the aisle and marry one of Alabama’s most eligible bachelors, but something was niggling away in the back of her mind, something just did not feel right. Perhaps it was that telephone conversation she overheard her fiancé having the night before the wedding. As she was preparing to walk down the aisle to the man she was going to spend the rest of her life with, she hoped her thoughts were wrong and he was the right man for her, a faithful and loving man.
Nothing could have prepared Nic for what was to happen next; her pregnant twin sister vomiting all over her, and if that’s not bad enough, discovering the baby was in fact her fiancé’s. Nic was left with no other option than to run, run away from the only life she had ever known in Alabama, away from her cheating fiancé and her duplicitous twin.
Nic knew her twin, Veronica, was set to move to Michigan for a job the night of the wedding. Being identical twins gave Nic the idea of going in place of Veronica and taking on her new position. Nic moved to the small town of Jackson Harbor and began working for the hot and broody Ethan Jackson, caring for his six year old daughter Lilly.
“I can’t keep my eyes off her. Despite all signs pointing to her being too sweet for me, I’m a miserable son of a bitch who’s drawn to the sadness beneath her smile.”
Ethan had been dealt his fair share of heartache and sorrow and as a result, had built up many walls to protect not only his heart, but that of his daughter’s too. Along the way Ethan had lost the ability to trust, and to open himself up to the prospect of falling in love again. He knew that once those walls were able to come down, he would be able to open up, to love deeply and whole-heartedly. The next time he fell in love would need to be the last, forever.
The sexual tension and chemistry between Nic and Ethan was sizzling hot and electrifying beyond all belief, but one of the things I loved most about Nic and Ethan’s story was two lost and broken souls coming together and how the power of love can heal even the most shattered of hearts. These two were simply perfect for each other and as I read, I wanted nothing more than to see them finally reach their much deserved happily ever after.
“I haven’t figured it out, and I know I’m playing a dangerous game. Maybe I’m lying to myself, but when we’re together, I believe in our love. Ethan needs to touch me as much as I ache for him to, and that connection makes me believe we’ll be okay once the storm hits.”
Whilst reading Ethan’s story I got to know and also fell in love with all of the Jackson brothers. I wait with baited breath for each of their stories. I got a little taste with The Wrong Kind of Love and now I want to know more, a lot more.
This was such a heart-warming, humorous, sweet and so unbelievably hot story about love, loss, family, the ultimate betrayal and learning to forgive. If you love your hot and steamy contemporary romances then I urge you to check this one out, because I have a feeling Dr Ethan Jackson will melt not only your heart, but your lady part too.
“Did somebody hurt you?” My gut knots with the question. You can’t save her, Ethan.
“You could say that.”
I step forward. Maybe that’s why she’s here on this impulsive visit to Jackson Harbor. Maybe she’s running from someone, escaping a home that’s not safe. “Do you have somewhere safe to go?”
“It’s not that kind of hurt,” she whispers. She swallows, and her gaze dips to my mouth. “Why are you so sad?”
Because you remind me of Elena. Because I couldn’t walk away from her either. “I’m just worried about you.” I don’t know if I step closer or if gravity pulls me that way, but in a breath, she’s at my fingertips and my thighs brush her knees.
“Will you do me a favor?” she asks, her attention still on my lips.
“Will you kiss me?”
“Nic . . .” I wait for the excuses to find their way onto my tongue, but they don’t, and I realize I don’t want an excuse to walk away from her. My whole body is warm and my fingers itch to touch her. The only thing I want is my mouth on hers. I want to taste her joy and sadness. I want to know how it feels to have that body pressed against mine.
I’m silent a beat too long, and she winces. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be. It’s not that I don’t want to, but you’re vulnerable.”
“Are you always so noble?”
“If you think my thoughts are noble right now, you’re even more naïve than I feared.” I lean my forehead against hers. Christ. Who am I kidding? She’s asking me to do something I’ve been thinking about since I first laid eyes on her. I couldn’t deny her if I wanted to, and I don’t want to. Not even a little.
I cup her face in my hand and run my thumb along her jaw.
She slides a hand behind my neck. “I like the way you look at me. You make me feel sexy. Wanted.”
“Who made you feel like you weren’t?”
“Then he didn’t deserve you.” I lower my mouth to hers, telling myself the kiss will be brief, that I won’t get carried away. But then her other hand joins the first behind my neck, and her breasts press against my chest. Her thighs part, and I step between them in my instinctive need to be closer. A soft moan slips from her lips as our mouths connect.
This girl kisses like she does everything else—with unabashed emotion. She doesn’t hide a thing she’s feeling, and I’m hard even before her mouth opens under mine and our tongues sweep across each other.
I thread one hand into her hair and slide the other up her bare leg, my fingers curling into the flesh of her hip while my thumb strokes her inner thigh. Her skirt is bunched around her waist, and it would be so easy to follow this soft skin up and find her panties. She’s making the sexiest sounds, and I’m dying to touch her, to find out if she’s as turned on as she sounds, but I keep my hand where it is and give her the kiss she asked for. I offer the evidence that she’s sexy and desirable, no matter what some asshole made her think.
About the Author:
Lexi Ryan is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of emotional romance that sizzles. A former academic and English professor, Lexi considers herself the luckiest girl around to make a living through storytelling. She loves spending time with her crazy kids, weightlifting, ice cream, swoony heroes, and vodka martinis.
Lexi lives in Indiana with her husband, two children, and a spoiled dog. You can find her at her website: www.lexiryan.com