and have me, fix me and I’m yours.”
do when you catch your fiancé grinding on another woman? Well, if you’re me,
you run off with a sexy, ink-covered tattoo artist who goes by the name Wrong.
marry him after a week.
a story of love at first sight—love didn’t come into play until after I had
ruined it all. It’s the reality of what is right and what is wrong when it
comes to soulmates.
FIVE 🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩 hats from Britt!
Can I just keep Brogan forever? That’s like, my main priority while writing this review. Permission to keep Brogan for all eternity. Is there a form I need to fill out for that? Or a battle? I’ll totally battle. Dance, swords, jousting, no limits on the battles I’ll commit to for Brogan claims. Pretty sure I can find a unicorn somewhere for trading too. My first born is a tween so I know that won’t get me anywhere.
Seriously though, I might be a *little* obsessed with this book. The Reality Of Wright and Wrong is an emotion filled read that takes you on a wild ride from the second you start and doesn’t stop until the very last page. Love and angst swirling together in this beautiful way to create the story of true soulmates with hearts that recognize each other before their minds can keep up.
Brogan is a truly romantic soul that knows his heart on a level most people never will. While not flawless he’s so freaking wonderful is hard to call him anything other than perfect. Everyone should be loved by someone the way he loves Mercy. Mercy however is not as in tune with her feelings as much as he is. While occasionally I wanted to yell at her to open her eyes her reasoning for her fears was sound and all too understandable. Both her and Brogan had wounds that needed healing and hurdles to overcome. But gaaaaaaaah, the love they have! It’s so freaking spectacular!
FOUR 🎩🎩🎩🎩 hats from Heather!
If you are looking for a hot, sweet romance than this book is for you. This story revolves around Mercy Wright and Brogan “Wrong” Daniels.
Mercy shows up to surprise her fiance early. What she sees has her heart breaking and wondering just what she is going to do. Brogan has had his heart broken in the past and he is left wondering if he will ever get over his past. When he sees Mercy standing outside of a bar he offers his assistance. Throw in some outside interference and an unhappy ex and we get a swoon worthy hero that goes after what he wants. What starts out as something innocent turns into something so sweet and hot. Can these two find what both of them need and deserve?
intentionally given me a glimpse into himself by expressing his feelings in
words he’d never shared with another living soul. But in that moment, when his
eyes met mine, he offered me something else.
unaware he’d even done so.
a piece of his vulnerability. His pain. A sliver of the hidden humiliation that
he kept buried beneath a painted canvas. Covered in graffiti. Locked behind
years of loss and doubt. It crossed his brow in shallow valleys of hesitation
and colored his cheeks in raw insecurity.
open. Closed off. Pushing me away while desperately trying to hold me close.
much to process at once, leaving me immobile, grounded in place. The only thing
I could do was open my mouth and give him honesty. “Your words…they make my
chest hurt. As I read them, I breathed them in, and they burrowed themselves
next to my heart. Took up residence within my lungs. They’re powerful enough to
keep me safe, yet just as capable of destroying me.”
my eyes burn. Every vowel, every period. Every syllable you wrote and verse you
formed did something to me that I’ve never experienced. I’ve never read
something so beautiful, something that literally brought tears to my eyes.”
that’s enough.” Beneath the stern tone and harsh shell lay a boy who couldn’t
accept my praise. “I didn’t do it for compliments. You said you didn’t know me,
so I’m showing you who I am. You think I’m using you to kill time until Jessica
comes back, and I’m trying to prove to you that I’m not. I don’t need your
approval. I need you.”
intense scrutiny, I became fully aware of my state of undress.
I’m going to put on some pants.” I took a few steps backward, holding my shirt
down in the front.
Mercy? Could you do me a favor?”
and held his stare.
you hang out with your ex, can you tell him that if he ever contacts me again,
he’ll wish he’d never learned how to type? Thanks.”
what? He texted you?”
right back to browning the meat, continuing as if he hadn’t just dropped a bomb
at my feet. “Email, but yeah. Same thing. I think he got off on telling me that
I’m runner-up. I guess you told him that you’re waiting to see if he lied about
where he was that night? And if he was telling the truth, you plan to get our
what I said.”
guess it’s a good thing I didn’t give a shit what he had to say.” He moved the
pan off the burner. “Although, I don’t think he liked it too much when I told
him I hoped he enjoyed the taste of my cum, because I fucked your pussy so hard
and so deep it’ll be a while before it’s all out.”
shocked. And mortified. And incredibly turned on by his possessiveness.
became visible in his eyes first, but half a second later, it was drawn across
She often calls writing her therapy, using it as a way to deal with issues through the eyes of her characters.
She is now a mother of three girls, leaving her husband as the only man in a house full of females.
The decision to publish her first book was made as a way of showing her children to go after whatever it is they want to. Love what you do and do it well. Most importantly Leddy wanted to teach them what it means to overcome their fears.