Wrong by Jana Aston
Published by Self-published on October 7th 2015
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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I have a history of picking the wrong guy. Gay? Player? Momma’s boy? Check, check and check.
Now I can’t stop fantasizing about one of the customers at the coffee shop I work at between classes. It’s just a harmless crush, right? It’s not like I ever see this guy outside of the coffee shop. It’s not like I’m going to see him while attempting to get birth control at the student clinic. While wearing a paper gown. While sitting on an exam table. Because he’s the doctor. Shoot. Me.
But what if, for once, the man I’ve had the dirtiest, most scandalous fantasies about turned out to be everything but wrong?
Sophie is a senior in college about to graduate with an accounting major. She works part time as a barista and has been fantasizing for months about hot guy Luke who comes in for coffee every Tuesday morning dressed in impeccably tailored suits.
Her mom was a teenager when she had her, but when Sophie was still little, she (her Mom) died in a car accident and she was raised by her grandparents. That knowledge and the fact that she has been dating a gay guy for the last two years means she’s still a virgin at age 21.
Ready to pop that cherry, she goes to the student clinic to get on the pill, which requires an appointment. She almost falls off the table when Dr. Miller comes into the exam room, because of course, he is none other than hot guy Luke from Tuesday’s coffee.
Are you in the mood for a kinky, dirty talking alpha doctor? Well, you should be.
“You’re so fucking sweet.” He withdraws and thrusts. “It makes me want to do things to you, Sophie. Filthy things.” He twists my nipple as he moves inside of me. “It makes me want to shove my cock down your throat”— he kisses me there—” until you gag on me.”
“I want to come all over your tits”— he slaps one—”and then smear it all over your chest until it dries.” He pulls my left leg up, hanging it over his elbow, changing the penetration. I gasp as he thrusts. It feels different this way. “I want to shove things in your ass.”
“I’d start with my thumb, Sophie.” He withdraws and slams back in. It’s so tight, the friction is making me insane. “But I wouldn’t be satisfied until you were bent over and my dick was in your ass.”
And that was only their first time. Let me tell you *phew- still fanning self* Ms. Aston sure knows how to write a filthy dirty talker.
So let’s just say Luke was pure yummy awesomeness. He was a real man, not in that sense… well, yeah, that too obviously, but I mean he was hot and skilled but he also had a knack for being reserved and at times uncommunicative. He had horrible parents, a clearly delusional ex and a bit of an obsession with contraceptive measures.
I loved Sophie. She was innocent and funny; trusting and conscientious. Did I mention funny? Well, I found her thought process hilarious and completely accurate… ok, so I sound like that when I talk to myself and I could totally connect with her. I loved how she could realize when she was being bratty and immature and being true to herself.
I felt almost exactly the first time I had to go to a gynecologist:
“The door closes behind the nurse with a whoosh. I quickly disrobe, tucking my bra and panties between my shirt and jeans, as it seems rude to leave them visible. I slip the dreaded paper gown on and hop onto the table. Shit. My socks. Marie didn’t mention socks. I wish she had. Underwear I know I have to take off, but socks? Is it weird if I leave them on, or weird if I take them off? I’m still debating when there’s a knock on the door asking if I’m ready. Socks on then, I guess.”
And her wax appointment? I could totally relate:
“Take off your pants and lie on your back.” Leah is stirring a pot of wax on a counter set up along the wall. I falter for a moment. Just take off my pants? I pictured her leaving the room and me getting at least a paper gown to cover myself with. Everly was wrong. The gynecologist visit was less awkward than this. Leah turns her head and sees me just standing there. “Your underwear too. We’re doing a full Brazilian, right?” Okay then. I nod and toe my shoes off without bending over. I unzip and slide my jeans off before folding them and placing them on an empty chair with my bag. So, my underwear. This is weird. I slip them off too and look at my folded jeans. I should tuck my underwear under my jeans, right? I know I’m standing here naked but I don’t want her to see my underwear just lying on the chair. I glance down. Socks. Dammit with the socks again. On or off? On. Definitely on. She’s not waxing my feet.”
Wait, her anal sex… nailed it:
“Wait.” I twist and turn my head to look at him. “Wait, I have a question.” He stills for a moment then withdraws his fingers, followed by his cock, then reaches into the nightstand for a tissue and wipes his fingers, but keeps his eyes on mine. “What is it, Sophie?” “Um.” I bite my lip then blow out a breath. “Will it go back?” Luke remains almost expressionless but cocks an eyebrow. How does he not know what I mean? “Will my asshole go back to normal?” I nod towards his dick. “You’re really large. Will I, um, still poop normal after this?”
I could probably just quote the whole book in here, though that might make this review way to spoilery, so I’m going to stop here.
It’s just that I really enjoyed this story, it sucked me right in from the very beginning and wouldn’t let me put my kindle down… which means when I checked the time to see if I could squeeze one more chapter before it being too late it was already 4:20 am with my alarm programmed to go off at 7.30… let’s just say I needed a lot of coffee to be functional enough at work and I’m planning one hell of a nap in a while.
It did take me a little bit to get into Ms. Aston’s writing style, as at first it felt a little… truncated. But soon I got into its rhythm and it was smooth, dirty sailing after that. I do wish we’d had Luke’s PoV during the story, but the Epilogue was good enough to make up for it.
I loved this book. Love, love, loved it. You want to read it. Ok, maybe not if you are into serious and probably politically correct-ish writing and/or if you’re bothered by the main character having a 15 years age difference. Otherwise, I highly recommend Wrong to anyone searching for a funny, sweet, extremely kinky and hot read.
Sparkles’ Rating: 5 completely-sleep-deprived-but-totally-worth-it-because-of-this-kinky-bastard Stars 😀
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