Title: All the Wrong Places
Author: Randi Perrin
Genre: Contemporary Romance
American-born, Australian-raised Rachel Kennedy was born to be an actress--all the way down to her drama queen ways. But when a bad day leaves her life and her dream in ruins, she's not sure what to do next. Her silver spoon-upbringing never prepared her for that. With a bank account at nothing and an inability to pull off a convincing accent for casting directors, Rachel's about to give up on everything. Not on her best friend's watch. Lily is there to help her every step of the way--if the definition of help involves convincing her to take drastic measures, each one blowing up more than the one that came before. Once Lily shoves Rachel into the let's-get-drunk-and-screw-a-stranger phase, she winds up tangled in the arms of Christian Whitmore, a cop with a sinful smile, sexy stubble, and impeccable timing. He's there to pick her up when she falls and to take her out for fish and chips at her favourite place. But then again, so is his identical twin brother, Kevin. Double. Trouble. Stuck at a major crossroads in her life, can Rachel ever find happiness again, or is she just looking in all the wrong places?Grab Your Copy Today!
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EXCERPT
“Whatever, prude.” Lily jerked the beer off the table and chugged until the bottle was empty. “Then we’re going out to find more alcohol and a distraction. Preferably a muscled one with a huge dick who can fuck the heartache right out of you.”
“No, I don’t think that’s the best idea.”
“It’s a fan-fucking-tastic idea.”
“Yeah, that’s what I need, to do exactly what he did to me.” I struggled to get off Lily’s couch, finally wrestling my butt free from the couch monster. I walked to the bathroom with Lily not far behind.
“In one day, you lost your flat, your job and your boyfriend proved to be a complete loser who fucked your nemesis. You don’t think an awesome lay will help you forget all of that? You clearly haven’t had good sex.”
“I just don’t have it in me tonight.”
Lily shoved my shoulder. “Of course you don’t have it in you. We’re going out to find it to put in you.”
I shook my head and winced at the stiffness that had set in. “Besides, I’m already starting to get sore after Fabio dropped me on the mats this afternoon.”
Lily arched an eyebrow at me. “The Italian Stallion made a move?” She shrugged. “You could do worse.”
I shoved her out of the bathroom and slammed the door closed before she had a chance to put her foot in the way.
“Fine,” she yelled through the door. “We’ll do it your way tonight and just watch TV in trackies and work on cleaning out my sewing room so you have a place to sleep.”
I jerked the door open again, eyes wide. “Your sewing room? No, that’s where you work. I can sleep on the couch.”
“It’s where you live now. Honey, I can set up my machine and stash of sequins anywhere. Maybe I’ll even get over myself and sew out in the sunroom like my grandmum did. You’re what’s important here.”
“You’re far too good to me, Lil.”
“Just remember that when you hit it big and need a costume.”
I snorted. “Don’t count on it, babe. I can’t even get a British accent right.”
“Here’s a surprise. We’re in Brisbane, not London.”
“Thank God for that. All it does is rain in London.”
“Well, and Prince Harry lives there. Don’t you want to run into him on the streets?”
“Right. Because my sorry excuse of a British accent wouldn’t make me look like an even bigger fool in that situation.” Of course she had to bring up my long-time crush on the redheaded prince. He’s married with a baby now, but I still think he’d do better with a redhead. Then us gingers could take over the world one country at a time, starting with Britain. Every time I brought that up, Lily just had to point out that a large chunk of the royal family would have to be wiped out in a freak accident before that could happen.
Lily’s lips twitched into an evil smile. “I would pay money to watch you make a complete idiot out of yourself in front of redheaded royalty.”
About Randi Perrin:
English may be Randi’s first language, but she’s the most fluent in sarcasm, and it shows in her writing. She is known for creating snarky, realistic characters—badass heroines who can hold their own and flawed, yet lovable heroes. Like Randi, her characters run on caffeine and swear words. Her characters are often built around dichotomy, much like Randi herself. Although she is the least romantic person in the world, she writes romance. She also refuses to pick a lane on the romance highway, sometimes writing contemporary, other times paranormal, but always smokin’ hot. She is the author of the Earthbound Angels paranormal romance series, several contemporary romance novellas including Anticipating Temptation and Mi Amor, and a gay romance novella entitled Wreck You. She has also had several short stories published in anthologies. Her next full-length novel, a romantic comedy entitled All the Wrong Places, will be out in Summer 2019.Connect with Randi:
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