17 August 2015

Blog Tour, Book Review, Giveaway | Right Wrong Guy by Lia Riley

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Right Wrong Guy
Brightwater #2
By: Lia Riley
Releasing August 4, 2015
Avon Impulse

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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It was a conscious choice, to keep moving when you didn’t have to, when you didn’t even want to. Keep going. Break through.”
Archie was the kind of man your mothers would warn you about. He’s a woman’s man, and he loves having fun. Sometimes, he takes it up a notch. Responsibility and commitment wasn’t really his cup of tea, he likes his freedom and the perks that it brings. Until his weekend in Vegas that changed his life: meeting the rich, the privileged and the beautiful Eden Bankcroft-Kew who was running from her worse nightmare: a blackmailing fiancé on the morning of her wedding.

You are going to love Eden. She’s a rich, sweet, down-to-earth girl who just wanted to fulfill her mother’s dying wish by marrying someone who doesn’t care an iota about her. Good thing she knew about it before she went through the wedding, she was luckier when she crossed path with a rugged-handsome cowboy along the way. He helped her escape ad brought her to Brightwater where her cousin, Quinn just brought a new house.

She was starting new, and she loved it. She was no longer Eden Bankcroft-Kew, the heiress. She was now Eden Banks, a coffee-shop owner. Life doesn’t get any much better, especially when you have a sexy cowboy right next door. His reputation might have her stepped back a little bit, but he was just too hot and too nice to resist, and she was ready to grab life by the horns. But then the blackmailing fiancé comes back and threatens everything she works so hard on starting.

I thought Archer was hopeless, with all the things he did. The first chapter was awesome and I was laughing my heart out. But I was wrong, love can change people. And you’re going to love Archie so much before the book ends, because our manwhore suddenly became a great boyfriend. He’s caring, sensitive, and really, really amazing in bed. He was exactly what Eden needs at the moment, and so much more.

As for Eden, she found her niche, and just like Archer, she changed. She was no longer the shy girl who’s confidence was way below, instead she found strength, courage and confidence along with love. It was an amazing changed, which came to her slowly and you’d be amazed with the change. And let’s not forget Grandma Kane. In here, we get to know her a little better, get a glimpse of her love story, and realize there was so much more to this old lady than her attitude.

It’s a great read: sweet, funny and steamy. You are going to love not just this crazy small town, but the people in it as well.

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Archer Kane plucked a dangly gold nipple tassel off his cheek and sat up in the king-sized bed, scrubbing his face. Overturned furniture, empty shot glasses, and champagne flutes littered the hotel room while a red thong dangled from the flat screen. He inched his fingers to grab the Stetson resting atop the tangled comforter. The trick lay in not disturbing the two women snoring on either side of him. Vegas trips were about fillies and fun—mission accomplished.Right? 
“What the?” A dove dive-bombed him, swooped to his left, and perched on the room-service cart to peck at a peanut from what appeared to be the remnants of a large hot fudge sundae. Who knew how a bird got in here, but at least the ice cream explained why his chest hair was sticky and, farther below, chocolate-covered fingerprints framed his six-pack. Looked like he had one helluva night. Too bad he couldn’t remember a damn thing. He should be high-fiving himself, but instead, he just felt dog-tired. 
He emerged from beneath the covers and crawled to the bottom of the bed, head pounding like a bass drum. As he stood, the prior evening returned in splintered fragments. Blondie, on the right cuddling his empty pillow, was Crystal Balls aka the Stripping Magician. The marquee from her show advertised, “She has nothing up her sleeve.” Dark-hair on the left had been the assistant … Destiny? Dallas? Daisy?
Something with a D. 
How in Houdini they all ended up in bed together is where the facts got fuzzy.A feather-trimmed sequined gown was crumpled by the mini bar and an old-man ventriloquist’s dummy appeared to track his furtive movements from the corner. Archer stepped over a Jim Beam bottle and crept toward the bathroom. Next mission? A thorough shower followed by the strongest coffee on the strip. 
Coffee. Yes. Soon. Plus a short stack of buttermilk pancakes, a Denver omelet, and enough bacon to require the sacrifice of a dozen hogs. Starving didn’t come close to describing the hollow feeling in his gut, like he’d run a sub-four-hour marathon, scaled Everest, and then wrestled a two-ton longhorn. His reflection stared back from the bathroom mirror, circles under his green eyes and thick morning scruff. For the last year a discontented funk had risen within him. How many times had he insisted he was too young to be tied down to a serious committed relationship, job … or anything? Well, at twenty-seven he might not be geriatric, but he was getting too old for this bed-hopping shit. 
“What the hell are you doing?” he muttered to himself. 
The facts were Mr. Brightwater wasn’t looking his best. His second cousin, Kit, gave him that nickname after he graced the cover of a “Boys of Brightwater” town calendar last year to support the local Lions Club. He’d been February and posed holding a red cardboard heart over his johnson to avoid an X rating, although as his big brother Sawyer dryly noted, “Not like most women around here haven’t already seen it.”
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.

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  1. Thank you for hosting RIGHT WRONG GUY! (Hope all is well on your end of things)

  2. I've just downloaded iStripper, so I can have the best virtual strippers on my desktop.