Welcome to the journey through the Right Kind of Wrong with Chelsea Fine! This journey will take you through Chapters 21-24 of Chelsea’s latest release. Follow along with the schedule below to catch up on the previous chapters as well as read the final chapters tomorrow!
Sometimes wrong can feel oh so right . . .
Jenna Lacombe needs complete control, whether it’s in the streets . . . or between the sheets. So when she sets out on a solo road trip to visit her family in New Orleans, she’s beyond annoyed that the infuriatingly sexy Jack Oliver wants to hitch a ride with her. Ever since they shared a wild night together last year, he’s been trying to strip away her defenses one by one. He claims he’s just coming along to keep her safe-but what’s not safe for her is prolonged exposure to the tattooed hottie.
Jack can’t get Jenna out from under his skin. She makes him feel alive again after his old life nearly destroyed him-and losing her is not an option. Now Jack’s troubles are catching up to him, and he’s forced to return to his hometown in Louisiana. But when his secrets put them both in harm’s way, Jenna will have to figure out how far she’s willing to let love in . . . and how much she already has.
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Journey Through Right Kind Of Wrong
This section of Right Kind Of Wrong is where everything comes together. Conflict. Drama. Risk. Love. These chapters have something for everyone.
PARENTING 101: DON’T BE DRUG DEALER
I tend to write evil parent characters. In my prior books, Sophie & Carter, Best Kind Of Broken, and Perfect Kind of Trouble, my main characters all have mothers and fathers who are…well, horrible. They’re cruel, negligent, and selfish—and they play a vital role in the brokenness and strength of my characters. Right Kind Of Wrong is no different. This time, Jack’s father is the evil parent. He’s a selfish and cowardly bad guy, who also happens to be a drug dealer, which is why Jack is so determined to make a new life for himself.
I’m not sure why I write such awful parental characters. Maybe because I consider parenting a privilege, or maybe because I believe that good parenting breeds a more peaceful world. Either way, I’m passionate about parenting, and how parenting influences the way children operate as adults, so I’ll probably continue to use parents—both good and evil—as a character-development tool in my stories.
** FUN FACT **
Despite my tendency to write evil parents, my own parents are fantastic! ☺ They love me and support my dreams like crazy.
Originally, this chapter was much longer with more details and conversations, but when I was reading through my first draft, I felt that the main point of the chapter—Jack showing Jenna what love feels like—got lost. So I cut quite a bit, and tried to better focus this scene from Jenna’s point of view.
“Don’t do this,” I say, watching Jack pack up the remainder of Drew’s things.
Drew’s outside on the phone with their mom, assuring Lilly that he’s safe, so Jack and I are alone for the first time since Jack went all Mobster Boss and started making shady phone calls and deals with the devil.
“Don’t do what?” he says, not looking at me.
I bite my lip. “Don’t use yourself as bait. Just…don’t.”
Had I known what his full plan was, I certainly wouldn’t have pushed so hard to stay. But he let me in on his scheme a few minutes ago and my pulse has been racing ever since. I don’t want Jack to go through with this at all.
He stares at me for a long moment. “Why?”
I open my mouth. Close it. “What do you mean?”
He scratches the back of his neck. “Why don’t you want me to do this?”
“Because it’s dangerous.”
He waits. “And?”
“And there are no guarantees.” I know that’s not the answer he wants, but it’s just as valid.
“And?” He arches an eyebrow.
“And—and—and it could backfire and Drew could die.” I’m desperate now. Reaching for answers that don’t involve me caring about him. Loving him.
He deserves to hear the truth, but my mouth is a coward, and my heart is even worse. So I stay in silence and watch the hopefulness in his eyes drain away.
Stepping up to me, he slides his hands over my shoulders and down my back and around my waist. Not really going anywhere, just caressing me all over with slow, liquid movements. He bows his head and warms my neck with his hot breath as he places a single kiss against my pulse.
Pulling back just far enough to see my face, a pained expression pulls his features together and he quietly says, “What you’re feeling for me right now? That fear, that driving sense of urgency and protectiveness? That’s love, Jenna.” I look down and he tilts my chin back up to see into my eyes. “You know how I know?” He scans my face. “Because that’s exactly how I feel about Drew. Fear. Urgency. Protectiveness.” A small smile tugs up his lips and he kisses the tip of my nose. “So I’m going to do this—this dangerous thing—because I love my little brother. And I don’t expect you to understand or approve. Hell, I’m glad you don’t. But I do expect you to admit to yourself that what you feel right now, in here”—he touches a finger to my chest—“is very, very real.”
Then he presses his lips to mine in a kiss so soft and gentle I’m not sure it’s even there. Like a whisper against my mouth, his lips softly touch mine before walking away. Headed to danger. To possible death.
Because of love.
This chapter is where in climatic drug deal goes down. It’s illegal, dangerous, and stuffed with family drama. So I thought the song “Black” by Kari Kimmel was perfect for the scene.
Thank you for taking this journey with me through these chapters of Right Kind Of Wrong! Until next time…. ;)
About Chelsea Fine
Chelsea lives in Phoenix, Arizona where she spends most of her time writing stories, painting murals, and avoiding housework at all costs. She’s ridiculously bad at doing dishes and claims to be allergic to laundry. Her obsessions include: superheroes, coffee, sleeping-in, and crazy socks. She lives with her husband and two children, who graciously tolerate her inability to resist teenage drama on TV and her complete lack of skill in the kitchen.