Sometimes being wrong can be a lot more fun than being right.
Wrong Turn, an all-new laugh-out-loud enemies-to-lovers romance from New York Times bestselling author Samantha Chase, is available now!
Chelsea Cooper thinks her best friend’s fiancé is the world’s biggest jerk.
She’s never really been one to make waves, but when it comes to that guy, Chelsea’s willing to make an exception. There’s just no way she can let her best friend make the biggest mistake of her life by marrying him. She’ll do anything to stop the wedding, even if it means teaming up with the one person who’s an even bigger jerk—the groom-to-be’s best friend.
Drew Russo thinks his best friend’s fiancée’s best friend is the prickliest woman alive.
Everything about Chelsea aggravates him. She’s too structured, too uptight, and too opinionated—especially when it comes to her thoughts on his best friend. When he’s tasked with keeping her away from their best friends’ secret wedding, Drew knows he’s in for one hell of a challenge. Never mind the days he’ll have to spend trapped in a car with the world’s most annoying woman.
The plan is simple enough—keep Chelsea from interfering with the wedding. But between distractions, delays and detours, they discover they aren’t the enemies they thought they were. And sometimes a wrong turn can lead you in the right direction.
Warning—This sweet, sexy, and laugh out loud funny romance is filled with all the most ridiculous road trip stories you can imagine and will make you realize sometimes being wrong can be a lot more fun than being right.
Excerpt
Why have I never kissed this man before?!
Forget the ice cream or cupcake being orgasmic, kissing Drew was quickly approaching that status. His lips were both soft and firm at the same time–if that was even possible–and his tongue was…well, it certainly knew what it was doing, too.
Moving in closer, Chelsea’s hands slowly moved up his muscular arms before gently scraping around his nape and up into his thick, dark hair. He smelled good, he felt good, and he kissed like…like nothing she’d ever experienced before.
Oh, God…what if it isn’t that Drew is so good as…I’m just bad at this?
As if reading her mind, his lips left hers. She felt his warm breath against her cheek. “I can hear you thinking from here. If you want to stop…”
She never let him finish. Just as Drew’s hand dropped from her cheeks, she reached up to cup his. “Don’t stop,” she whispered before pulling him back in for another kiss. It was hotter and wetter, and more sensual than the first.
Within minutes, he had pulled her into his lap. Her hands raked through his hair while his were rubbing a hypnotic pattern up and down her back with the occasional butt squeeze. His hands were magnificent and she wanted to feel them on her skin and not just over her robe.
Without breaking the kiss, she untied the belt at her waist and pushed the garment from her shoulders. Drew’s hands immediately went to her bare legs and then around to grab her ass. She moaned into his mouth before he pulled back to look at her.
And that’s when she remembered what she had on underneath.
Oh, no…
“Is that…”
Chelsea tried to close the distance between them and kiss him again, but he wasn’t to be deterred. Wanting to die of embarrassment, she sighed. Leaning back, she let him get a good look at the hot pink nightshirt she was wearing.
With a giant cartoon chicken wearing a bikini and sunglasses that said, “Hot Chick.”
Kill me now.
He looked up at her and then down at her shirt before he laughed softly. “Wow. I don’t think I’ve ever…”
“You know what,” she quickly interrupted, doing her best to climb off his lap with as much dignity as she could muster. “No one was supposed to see this. I was supposed to be alone in my own room and…”
She never got to finish. Drew hauled her back into his lap, his large hands on her hips, securing her to him.
“I think it’s freaking adorable,” he said, his voice low and seductive–like he wasn’t referring to a chicken wearing a bikini. His gaze was hot and sexy. “I think you’re pretty freaking adorable too.”
“Really? Just adorable?”
Oh, God…why would I ask that?
“Actually, I think you’re pretty damn hot, Chelsea, and I’d be lying if said I didn’t want to see what you’ve got on under this shirt.”
Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the ice cream. All she knew was that her mind had drifted in a very dirty direction and she was powerless to try to change it. Feeling bolder than she ever had in her life, she crossed her arms in front of her and tugged the nightshirt up and over her head.
She saw Drew swallow hard as his eyes seemed to devour her. Her skin was both chilled and heated at the same time. Her nipples tightened and she felt more exposed than she ever had with a man.
“I love how the panties match the shirt,” he said, one hand toying with the waistband. Right now, she wished she was wearing something sexier than hot pink cotton, but he didn’t seem to mind.
“Drew…”
Looking up, his eyes met hers even as his fingers continued to tease her.
“Is this weird?” she said quietly. “I mean, earlier today we were fighting and making each other crazy.”
The hand that wasn’t tormenting her reached up and caressed her cheek. “I think we’re still making each other crazy, just in a much more pleasurable way.”
Meet Samantha:
Samantha Chase is a New York Times and USA Today bestseller of contemporary romance that’s hotter than sweet, sweeter than hot. She released her debut novel in 2011 and currently has more than sixty titles under her belt – including THE CHRISTMAS COTTAGE which was a Hallmark Christmas movie in 2017! When she’s not working on a new story, she spends her time reading romances, playing way too many games of Solitaire on Facebook, wearing a tiara while playing with her sassy pug Maylene…oh, and spending time with her husband of 28 years and their two sons in North Carolina.
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