The Right Kind of Wrong by Daniele Lanzarotta

Owen Crawford is a successful club owner who lives with the constant reminder of his dark past. Emily is a psychology student who decides to turn him into a special project. Will Emily succeed in helping Owen, or will she become his next conquest?

The right kind of wrong

Owen Crawford is the ultimate playboy – wealthy, handsome, and charismatic. Yet, things are far from perfect. The successful club owner lives with the constant reminder of his dark past. Struggling to accept who he has become, he pushes everyone away by deflecting relationships that would be more than a one-night stand.

And then, there is Emily…

The naïve second year psychology student, who is in a troubling relationship, becomes intrigued by Owen and feels an overwhelming desire to ‘fix him’. As she gets closer to Owen, she discovers family secrets and lies that pull her deeper and deeper into his world.

Will Emily succeed in helping Owen, or will she become his next conquest?

*Due mostly to Owen’s graphic language, this book is intended for readers 18+*

Genre: FICTION / Romance / Contemporary

Secondary Genre: FICTION / Psychological

Language: English

Keywords: dark romance, drama, contemporary romance, new adult, dark magic, black magic

Word Count: 68660

Sample text:

He leaves and I sit here, staring at Emily.

She shrugs. “He’s not that bad, Owen. Actually, he doesn’t seem bad at all.”

“Perception is a funny thing. People see what they want to see,” I say. I stand up, make my way over to her side of the table, and start unbuttoning my shirt.

Her eyes widen. “What are you doing?”

“Do you see these scars?” I ask, pointing at the ones on my chest then turning around so she can see the ones on my back.

When I face her again, she looks like she’s on the verge of tears.

I keep my eyes on hers. “Every single one was caused by his hands. You can’t possibly know people after a few minutes chat over breakfast, sweetheart.”

I put my shirt back on and button it before grabbing a bagel. She sits there and just looks down. “I’m sorry,” she mumbles.

I shrug. “It is what it is. I’m sure you have questions. I told you I would answer them. Go ahead.”

She shakes her head. “Maybe another time.”

I shrug and go back to eating my breakfast. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Book translation status:

The book is available for translation into any language except those listed below:

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Spanish
Already translated. Translated by Stephany Nava

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