Romance

All the Wrong Places by Randi Perrin and Meet the Character

A lot of fun in this book, and in this post!

All the Wrong Places by Randi Perrin is an Adult, Comedy, Romance that released a few weeks back.

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?

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“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.”

Lili sent me this interview… it’s great!

Introducing Rachel Kennedy: Today’s Community Theatre Actress, Tomorrow’s Star

I’m Lily May and I’m here with the hottest thing in this hemisphere, Ms. Rachel Kennedy. Let’s get to know our up-and-coming star with a little banter. She’s got excellent fashion sense, a hot car, and perfect pitch.

LM: Would you like to tell us who you are?

RK: You just told everybody who I am.

LM: *eye roll*

RK: *big, cheesy grin* I’m Rachel Kennedy.

LM: And you are…

RK: An actress.

LM: And…

RK:

LM: *sighs heavily* And American. You are American.

RK: *blushing* Yes, I’m American. Baseball is boring, though, and I don’t like apple pie.

LM: What brought you here to Aus?

RK: You know the answer to these questions.

LM: *sweeping gesture toward the audience* But they don’t. Talk to the people, Rach. Your people. Your audience.

RK: My dad is Australian, so after my mum died, he uprooted my entire life and decided to move back to his homeland.

LM: Have you always been an actress?

RK: Yes. My mum was an actress and I knew I wanted to be one too, follow in her shoes.

LM: Are her shoes as fancy as your five-inch Louboutins?

RK: We had more than enough money, but I don’t really remember her wearing designer shoes. She was more about flowers than shoes—we always had fresh flowers around. Those are my lucky audition shoes, don’t knock them.

LM: Knock them? Hell, I’d like to steal them.

RK: Stick your too-big foot in them and you’re dead.

LM: American, actress, hot—who is lucky enough to call themselves your best mate?

RK: *wraps an arm around LM’s neck* Why, that would be you. Duh.

LM: Do you see a conflict of interest in my being your best friend and conducting this interview?

RK: As if a conflict of interest has ever slowed you down before. I’ve seen you do way worse.

LM: You’ve been an accomplice to way worse.

RK: Shhhhh. Don’t go spilling my skeletons before I’m famous.

LM: Get ahead of them. Admit them. Go on, tell us what you do for a living. *nudges RK in the ribs*

RK: I’m a pole dancer, just like you, only I keep my knickers on.

LM: My knickers stay on, thank you very much. Everything else, well, that all depends on how big the notes are.

RK: Let’s get this straight right now, before she keeps going. I teach pole aerobics at the gym. Lily’s the stripper. Not me. I will not take off my clothes for money, no matter how desperate I get.

LM: You’ve clearly never been desperate enough.

RK: Let’s keep it that way. Desperation, like the color orange, doesn’t look good on me.

LM: Orange? There are a whole lot of colors that don’t go with that fiery, red hair.

RK: *checks the time on her phone* Can we wrap this up?

LM: Do you have somewhere more pressing to be?

RK: No, not really, but you’re boring me.

LM: Okay, okay … lightning round. What’s your dream role?

RK: Evita.

LM: Who is your girl crush?

RK: You, of course.

LM: Boy crush?

RK: My boyfriend, Mark. Right?

LM: You keep telling yourself that. He’s a douche.

RK: I love it when you have my back like that.

LM: Someday you’ll come crying to me and I’m just going to say, “I told you so.”

RK: Never. Not gonna happen. No need. We’re perfectly happy together.

LM: There you have it folks, a truly shallow interview with our next musical theatre superstar, the ever sweet and quite delusional, Rachel Kennedy. She is going places, you guys, so be sure to catch her at the community theatre here in Brisbane while you still can, before she leaves us to return to her birthplace to take her rightful place on Broadway. Goodnight folks!

AUTHOR BIO: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.
Author links:https://randiperrinwrites.com/

https://twitter.com/randiperrin

https://www.instagram.com/randiperrinwrites/

https://www.facebook.com/randiperrinwrites

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/15283009.Randi_Perrin

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