❀ღ✿•* ̈`☆🐝🐝BLOG TOUR: Mr. All Wrong by R.C. Stephens 🐝🐝☆ ̈`*•✿ღ❀

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Listen Up Little Flowers...

He's not your average governor. And she's definitely not a traditional first lady.

Mr. All Wrong by R.C. Stephens is LIVE! 

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The first time I met Evie Harper, she threw a cream pie at my face. I actually hadn’t met her, just saw her. It was more like she hated everything I stood for and showed me her opinion with an airborne cream pie. Yes, she smacked me front and center on my face. The second time I saw Evie, I didn’t realize she was the cream-pie-throwing bandit, and she took my breath away in a flowing red gown at a gala. Of course I couldn’t resist her looks, so I asked her to dance. She called me a schmuck and stalked off.

My own Cinderella ran away from me. I shouldn’t have chased her down. We were all wrong for each other. But her fire red hair and feisty personality reeled me in, and I was hooked. Chicago’s most renowned playboy was finally falling head over loafers. At least it felt that way because she was like no other woman I’d met before . . . Evie was special . . .

Problem was I had trust issues when it came to women. Freud would’ve probably said it was my mother’s doing. Somehow Evie made me believe in her . . . trust her . . .

Big damn mistake!

One I hope I won’t live to regret . . .

But then again how could someone so wrong for me turn out to be so damn perfect?

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“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” he asks and presses his nose to mine briefly causing my breath to hitch before he pulls away.

“Your suit reminds me that you are the governor,” I say and I know it sounds weird, but somehow in my head on the last few dates, I tried to convince myself that he was just a regular guy.

He chuckles, and again I wish I knew the sound of his laughter. “I’m still the same guy whether I’m in a suit and tie or a pair of jeans,” he replies. I want to tell him that he looks hot as sin in his suit but something tells me that his ego is inflated enough.

“Isn’t the governor’s mansion in Springfield? Why are you always in Chicago?” I ask, knowing this because I also teach history and the governor’s mansion has been in use since 1855.

“Yes, the governor’s mansion is in Springfield, and I do occupy it in a way, but I hate it there. It’s big and empty. I much prefer my apartment here in the city. Truth is since I met you I’ve been spending more time in Chicago than I have in Springfield,” he says, and his blue eyes blaze as he makes the admission. My chest turns warm and saliva pools in the back of my throat. Fuck! I am so turned on by him.

“Oh,” is the only word I can formulate right now.

He walks toward me at such a slow pace, and I feel like someone has pressed a slow-motion button. I take a large gulp as he closes the distance between us. He pushes a stray strand of hair off my face. “I’ve been thinking about kissing the hell out of you all day,” he says. My knees buckle, at least they feel like they do because the next thing I know his lips are on mine, hot and wanting. He kisses softly at first before his tongue begs entrance into my mouth. His taste is as intoxicating as I remembered. Our lips meshed together in a way that tells me, we fit. This is more than perfect. This kiss is everything.

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Star Rating - 🌟🌟🌟🌟

With twists and turns and a a plot that you need to pay attention to, Mr all Wrong was no easy Sunday morning read. It wasn’t a boo to read whilst cosied up in your favourite arm chair with music softly playing in the back ground, you need to be invested. That’s how I felt when I read this story of lust and intrigue, with secrets from the past impacting the future of our characters and hidden connections revealed along the way.

It began with a pie to the face, finished with a dance at a fund raiser or so she thought. When Evie met the governor for the first time she hurled a cream pie in his face, she never expected to see him again, but luck along with a fund raiser for veterans was on her side. For Colton being the governor of Illinois was never his dream, he wanted to help people and attending ground breaking ceremony’s is boring, that is until he gets a cream pie in the face thanks to a beautiful protester.

A single mum with a hearing impairment Evie is not the kind of girl his father would want him dating but the beautiful woman and her lust for life is all that he can think about, pursuing her he falls in love against his fathers wishes. However time has a way of revealing secrets and some of those secrets have the ability to trash their budding romance. Prepare for this read with wine lots of wine, I cried, I sighed I squealed all within the pages of this book that was equal parts drama and hot sexy male 4 stars.

Hattie 🐝

❀ღ✿•* ̈`☆🐝🐝AUTHOR BIO🐝🐝☆ ̈`*•✿ღ❀

R.C. Stephens was born in Toronto, Canada. She graduated from York University with a master's Degree in Political Science.

R.C. is an avid reader, so when she isn't cooking for her clan or on her laptop writing, she's snuggled tight with her Kindle devouring any romance novel she can. Okay, with the exception of Thursday nights. She makes time for Scandal and Vampire Diaries. She's a fan of drama and suspense but she's also a sucker for a happy ending.

Her husband was her first teenage love. They live together with their three children in Toronto. Loving Canadian winters she could never think of living anywhere else.

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