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Wrong Bed, Right Guy. Home · Wrong Bed, Right Guy The Wrong Bed Early to Bed · Read more · The Right Guy for the Right Girl. Read more. Epilogue to WRONG BED, RIGHT GUY. “Maybe we should wait.” Elle tried not to fidget as Gabe drove. They'd left the highway fifteen minutes ago, winding. Editorial Reviews. Review. An edgy hero that melts panties and a heroine who gives it right back to him, Wrong Bed, Right Guy is one of my favorite reads this.
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I mean sure he's rough around the edges, but his tattoos are amazing and that mouth is just sinful. But soon this mysterious woman, jumps out and runs away. He doesn't know who she is or what that was all about, but he does know he wants more. Once he talks to his brother, he finds out that the woman is his brothers assistant and he's going to find a way to get her in his bed again, no matter what. He feels a pull toward her that he can't stop thinking about and he's not going to fight it until he gets at least a date from her, even though he wants much much more.
Of course life is never easy for Gabe, and Elle isn't going to make anything any easier on him.
As hard as he tries with her, it never seems to be enough. He knows he should just let it go, but something about her he can't stop thinking about and he's determined not to give up yet. I will say the main reason why I didn't love this story was because of Elle I loved loved loved Gabe. He was so sweet, caring, and sexy as all hell.
I thought he deserved better than Elle. I got it, at first, that she had been broken hearted and had trust issues because of a dude.
She was protecting herself from being hurt again, and with Gabe acting and looking so much like the ex that made it that much harder, but the guy was a total sweetheart.
My gosh the night with the allergy attack Not to mention the fact that she always acted like a T-Total bitch who was better than everyone toward him and he took it and kept coming back. Then two seconds later this comes in: Sis: Argh!
Not breast sling! I'm going to kill the dick who shit on my ass because it's going all jello. I'm laughing too hard to stop at this point. Sis again : Shit storm! Epic shit storm of autocorrect madness! I'm taking the butt HEADS to the arcade and I'm going to kill the dog who shit on my grass because it's going all yellow. Please just shit me cow. I can barely press the right keys, I'm laughing so hard. Me: Call their daddy and take a pill.
I'll be over later. Sis: I need a new phone. I'm going to the slut to buy one. Me: That should be an interesting transaction.
Does she take credit cards? And I'm going to go ride off the autocorrect too. Me: lol. Ride that mother, big sis. Ride it hard. Sis: Shut up. I'm going to get rid of it, not ride it.
Frigging automobiles. She must have given up, because that's the last I hear from her or her out-of-control automobile.
I chuckle my way back to my home screen, clicking away from the text messages as I lie down on my couch, reveling in my single, childless adulthood. My sister Jenny started early in life; like me she was in a rush to leave home, anxious to leave the unhappy mess our father had created with his lies and unfaithfulness to our mother.
Jenny had her first kid at twenty-two and finished with the third one by the time she was twenty-eight. Now, at thirty-two, she's divorced and mostly insane, trying to play the role of both parents while holding down a full-time job, all while her ex pretends to be eighteen again with women way too young to be doing anything but going to college.
It's pitiful. No way in a million years am I going down that path. I've seen the mess it leaves behind. Whoo-hoo, no thank you.
Commitment's great when it's with the right guy; I've seen that with friends. Some people get lucky. But so far I'm not even sure there's a guy out there for me. When I get a hint of a lie or even just a shaded truth, I'm outta there. Good-bye, so long, don't let the door hit you on the butt on the way out. Liar, liar, I will set your pants on fire.
I'm single and loving it, twenty-nine, working as a freelance wedding and portrait photographer, and absolutely not in the market for a relationship. I just ended a long-term affair that should have been a short-term one and have sworn off dating for a while. As far as I'm concerned, it's better to have not loved at all than to have loved and been lied to.
I need a little me-time, and since my schedule is pretty much empty, it's going to work out perfectly. My plan consists of being in the studio or on location whenever I can book some work, napping, gardening, going to the river in the evenings for glorious, relaxing walks, and drinking copious amounts of wine in between all those things.
Nothing is going to get in the way of me enjoying the last year of my twenties. Nothing, not even the little butt strings and their crazy momma.
I've been planning this self-imposed get-back-to-the-real-May-Wexler program for a while. Ever since I graduated from NYU with a major in photography, I've been focusing on getting past the things that drove me away from my family and across the country to get my degree. But even though it's been over five years, I'm still really no closer to reaching that elusive goal.
Heck, I knew I needed to exorcise my demons just a couple years after graduating, which is why I moved back South and took up residence a few miles from my older sister in New Orleans, the place she landed after college.
Jenny's my rock. The shoulder I can always lean on. But making the move of coming here to be near her didn't magically send the baggage I've been carrying around up to the attic.
The specters of my family's past still follow me, still haunt me, still influence the way I feel about myself, my life, and every single guy I come into contact with in a romantic way.
It's really pretty pitiful, actually. Jenny's doing much better than I am in the self-help department. After dealing with her own failed relationship, destroyed by a lack of faithfulness on her ex's part, she's come to a place where she can be honest with herself about what happened and take responsibility for her own happiness without making excuses when she fails.
Me, I'm still working on that part of it. I blame my father for everything; I'm not ready to forgive and let go.
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So, yeah. I'm going to figure me out. This is my grand plan. Forget the fact that I have absolutely no idea how to do this for myself. I'm hoping several bottles of wine will help kick-start the process. I'm going to decide once and for all who I want to be when I grow up, and then I'm somehow going to become that person, even if it means I'm not going to be taking pictures of happily married couples and families wearing matching white shirts and denim pants anymore.
It's not like that was my life goal when I left college anyway; it's just what I fell into when I couldn't find a job doing anything else. I shouldn't complain, though. Until the economy fell into the dump a couple years ago, I was doing really well. Another text comes in and lights up my screen. I blink a few times to clear the sleep from my eyes. I must have dozed off, because my clock says it's an hour later.
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Unknown number: You're going down. Me: Oh really? I smile to myself. My sister is going to blame me for something that happened while I was sleeping. Apparently she has her new phone and a temporary number until her old one switches over, and her first text is to bitch at me. Me: Says who? I take a moment to save her number.
Jen: Says me, that's who. You need to get out here.
Me: No. I'm sleeping. Can't you hear me snoring? Zzzzzzzz Jen: Screw that.
Come here or I'm coming there and I won't be alone. You're my backup, remember? I picture the little monsters running all over my freshly cleaned floors, putting sticky goo on everything, and smile at her empty threat. I'll forgive those little beasts pretty much anything.Elle didn't really have the back bone to do that, and it was annoying.
For Christmas, birthdays, Easter, St. She must have given up, because that's the last I hear from her or her out-of-control automobile. So this letter is for you, the guy I like to chase or the guy I have a thing with whatever this thing is.
The opposites attract story line was done well and oh so sexy.