Right Wrong Guy: Brightwater #2 by Lia Riley with Excerpt and Giveaway

Right Wrong Guy: Brightwater #2 by Lia Riley with Excerpt and Giveaway

Welcome to my review of  the second book in the Brightwater series by LIa Riley.  Please read on for an excerpt, see what other readers thought by checking the tour stops and don’t forget to enter the tour wide giveaway where TEN (10) winners will get a digital download copy of RIGHT WRONG GUY by Lia Riley.

Right Wrong Guy

I have to start by saying that I love the way Lia Riley builds her characters: they aren’t perfect, they make mistakes and bad choices, but they always learn from them and grow in the attempts. It is difficult to not like a character that has their very own ‘headdesk’ moment, and is clearly wondering just what they were thinking at that moment.  These are important distinctions when reading: characters need to have some connection with life as it is, you’ll find yourself quickly cheering them on and wanting to see the best for them.

In Right Wrong Guy, we are getting Edie and Archer’s story: Archer the town himbo with a new woman every night and Edie, the newcomer who already sampled Archer’s ‘wares’, but hitched ride to Brightwater as a better alternative to a feckless fiancé and a life of luxury without love.

This really becomes Edie’s story as she is discovering who she is, and redefining her life.  Raised wealthy with everything she wanted wasn’t all hearts and unicorns.  Edie was lonely and felt unloved, and only wanted to have that connection. So desperate for it, in fact, that her engagement was a colossal mistake, one she didn’t remedy until the last minute.  A quick dash away to Vegas puts her right in Archer’s arms, and charms.

I loved these two: Archer was running scared from commitment, and he wasn’t quite sure he wanted to grow up and throw off the last of the “fun times”.  His growth and revelations throughout the story felt real and possible and as his ‘phase’ comes to an end, there is Edie.  Always making moves because she didn’t want something, her time in Brightwater has shown Edie how to move TO something she wants, a huge difference.  She’s slowly learning to speak her mind, growing in confidence and finding the woman she was meant to be. And that woman wants to be with Archer.

With a solid boot in the butt from Grandma, and seeing his brother Sawyer so happy and content in his own life and love, Archer’s time to grow up has come. And there is Edie. These two were wonderful together watching Edie learn to trust in Archer as he is making efforts to change and grow, their friendship moves from awkward acquaintances to solid couple with just the right pacing and a touch of heat that illustrated their chemistry.  You won’t go wrong with an escape to Brightwater, or even a move there.

Right Wrong Guy: Brightwater #2 by Lia Riley with Excerpt and Giveaway

Title: Right Wrong Guy
Author: Lia Riley
Series: Brightwater #2
Also in this series: Best Worst Mistake
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Published by: Avon Impulse
ISBN: 0062403788
Published on: 4 August, 2015
Format:eARC
Source: Publisher Via Edelweiss
Pages: 320
Audio Length: 6 Hours: 54 minutes
Rated: four-stars
Heat: One FlameOne FlameOne Flame

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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.

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A copy of this title was provided via Publisher Via Edelweiss for purpose of honest review. I was not compensated for this review: all conclusions are my own responsibility.

Tasty Excerpt

 

“Get the hell out.” Stormy’s real voice sounded a lot more Jersey Shore than genteel Georgian peach farmer. She wasn’t half bad at the whole ventriloquist gig, but now wasn’t the time to offer compliments.

He threw on his Levi’s commando-style while Stormy eyed his package as if prepping to go Category Five hurricane on his junk. Scooping his red Western shirt off the floor, he made a break for the bedroom. His boots were by the door but his hat was still on the bed, specifically on Crystal’s head. Her sleepy expression gave way to confusion as Stormy sprang from the bathroom, Great Uncle Sam leading the charge.

“What’s going on?” Crystal asked as Stormy bellowed, “Prepare to have your manwhore ass kicked back into whatever cowpoke hole you crawled from.”

Hat? Boots? Hat? Boots? Archer only had time to grab one. He slung his arms through the shirt, not bothering to snap the pearl clasps, and grabbed the hand-tooled boots while hurtling into the hall. Yeah, definitely getting too old for this shit.

“Pleasure to make your acquaintance,” he called over one shoulder as the dove swooped.

He bypassed the elevator bay in favor of the stairwell. Once he’d descended three floors, he paused to tug on his boots and his phone rang. Pulling it out from his back pocket, he groaned at the screen. Grandma Kane.

He could let it go to voice mail. In fact, he was tempted to do just that, but the thing about Grandma was she called back until you picked up.

With a heavy sigh, and a prayer for two Tylenol, he hit “answer.” “How’s the best grandma in the world?” he boomed, propping the phone between his ear and shoulder and snapping together his shirt.

“Quit with your smooth talk, boy,” Grandma barked. “Where are you?”

“Leaving church,” he fibbed quickly.

“Better not be the Little Chapel of Love.”

“What do you—”

“Don’t feed me bullhickey. You’re in Vegas again.”

Sawyer must have squeaked. As Brightwater sheriff, he was into upright citizenship and moral standing, nobler than George Washington and his fucking cherry tree.

“Did you forget about our plans for this weekend?”

“Plans?” He wracked his brain but thinking hurt. So did walking down these stairs. Come to think of it, so did breathing. He needed that upcoming coffee and bacon like a nose needed picking.

Grandma made a rude noise. “To go over the accounts for Hidden Rock. You promised to set up the new purchase-order software on the computer.”

Shit. His shoulders slumped. He had offered to help. Grandma ran a large, profitable cattle ranch, but the Hidden Rock’s inventory management was archaic, and the accounting practically done by abacus. In his hurry to see if an impromptu Vegas road trip could overcome his funk, the meeting had slipped his mind. “Let me make it up to you—”

“Your charm has no currency here, boy.” Grandpa Kane died before Archer was born and Grandma never remarried. Perhaps he should introduce her to Stormy’s Great Uncle Sam. Those two were a match made in heaven, could spend their spare time busting his balls.

He closed his eyes and massaged his forehead. “I’m sorry, I completely forgot, okay?” Not okay. Grandma counted on him and he let her down.

“Funny, guess you’re probably too busy using women like disposable silverware.” Her tone sounded anything but amused. “Even funnier will be when I forget to put you in my will.”

Grandma’s favorite threat was disinheriting him. Who cared? The guy voted Biggest Partier and Class Flirt his senior year at Brightwater High was also the least likely to run Hidden Rock Ranch.

The line went dead. At least she didn’t ask why he couldn’t be more like Sawyer anymore.

 

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About Lia Riley

After studying at the University of Montana-Missoula, Lia Riley 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 fourex with stationhands in Outback Australia among her accomplishments.

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