She pretended to love a man she didn't.
He pretended to be his twin brother and slept with her.
How can two wrongs make one so very good right?
The woman he was dating had just proposed to him, which was odd, since neither one of them was that drunk, nor particularly fond of each other....
Savannah has learned the hard way that men with money always make the rules… and she’s sick of losing. Now, with everything she loves on the line, she’ll do anything, even if it means marrying the wrong Sloan.
Tatum’s never cared about anything or anyone enough to fight for it… until Savannah. He knows Savannah will never forgive him, but now she's desperate and he’s determined to prove it’s him—not his twin brother—who’s the right man for her.
Praise for WRONG...
★★★★★ "Watch out you're going to need some ice water while reading this book. Can't wait for more of this series"
★★★★★ "Sparks fly in the very first scene but it’s not what you think. Ms. Klein twists the story almost immediately and we’re off for a roller-coaster ride of love, lust, and heartbreak."
Genre: FICTION / Romance / Contemporary
This book has been downloaded over 58,000 times since publication and is the last book in a sucessful 4 book series. I plan to support the translated books with facebook ads in the specific languages. There has been a lot of interest especially for a Dutch and French version.
Physically, her body hummed, basking in the most exquisite attention she’d ever received. Emotionally, she’d been raked raw, uprooted, and planted down in unknown territory. The old self-doubts and fears deeply sowed in her gut sprouted, vining their way around her heart, choking her with fear.
But courage was there also. She touched his face, lips, drawing his gaze toward hers. “I’m guessing this is a yes,” she said.
“I’m so sorry,” he said at the same time.
Her heart stopped and her hand fell with a thud to her side.
“A yes to what?” he asked.
“To my marriage proposal,” she whispered, the words mere puffs of air between them both.
Chandler raised himself up on one elbow, his eyes a frosted steel where previously there’d been such heat. “You. Want. To. Marry. My. Brother?”
She shook her head even as a sickening realization started crashing in around her. “No. No, I want to marry you.”
A jagged smile spread across his face—one side lower than the other, emphasizing a dimple high up on his cheek. A dimple that Chandler had never sported. But Tatum had.
“Well, good luck with that lady because Chandler will never marry you now and I don’t do sloppy seconds.”
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French
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Already translated.
Translated by Elodie Demogue
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Italian
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Translated by Cristina Borgomeo and Tina Cuccaro
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Portuguese
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Already translated.
Translated by Juliana Chiavagatti Grade
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Karla Avila
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