Friday, May 15, 2009

Just the Right Amount of Wrong - contemporary interracial erotic women's fiction

Just the Right Amount of Wrong
Available on Kindle

All wrong? That’s what Sara Mullaney’s parents always said about Ravelo Pena. She’s starting to believe it. After dumping her years ago, he’s back in town. And threatening to ruin her business plan designed to help local farmers. When he’s fired for trying to help her, she realizes he’s still the same old Rav. And she’s finding it hard to keep her hands off him. Can the right amount of wrong make the perfect combination?


Sara is a wonderful heroine, who you are compelled to root for, not just because she's pulling herself up by her own bootstraps, but because she's trying to do good in her community. She wants to change the lives of hundreds, and not out of purely financial motivations for herself.
Ravelo is smokin' hot. *Sigh.* Even though Rav works for the other side and his track record with commitment isn't great, I still found myself feeling for him because sometimes cultural expectations have a way of translating poorly when viewed from "outside" eyes.
- reader Michele Smith - 4 stars

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He steered onto a gravel road that climbed a long hill. A blacktop driveway stretched toward a secluded A-frame log home. It could hardly be called a cabin. Its tall windows reached several stories high. A generous deck wrapped around it, with an opening for the stairs leading from the parking area. Sunlight poured through gaps in the clouds and through the branches of towering evergreens surrounding the house.

She felt her mouth gaping, and snapped it shut. “You live here?” His job must pay better than I thought.

“Yep, for now. Me and Frodo.”

“Your roommate’s a hobbit?” she deadpanned.

He pulled the keys from the ignition. “A cat, actually.”

Assessing the stairs ahead, she frowned. “But there are too many steps. You should have just taken me home.”

“You need to stay off that foot. Keep it propped up. You need me,” he said softly, “to take care of you.”

Right. Because he had a sudden protective urge? Probably brought on by his business proposition.

His smug smile as he climbed out irked her, but she couldn’t fault him for her injury. The blame lay squarely on herself. She’d always made an idiot out of herself around him. So focused on him, she couldn’t see where she was going. Just like today.

Read the full first chapter here.

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