Life isn’t always easy, Jim has had a long go of it, with plenty of ups and downs. Now in his thirties he thinks he has everything he needs, except love. A brilliant engineer, he can design, decipher, and decode anything, except what makes a woman tick. He has created this image of a perfect woman, a Miss Perfect. Of course, she is beautiful, but she is a woman who will accept him for the man he is. She will be the woman that means the world to him, and make him want to be a better person. When he isn’t expecting it, he runs into her. He can’t explain it, but he knows she is the one. Ok, her date might be a setback, but that doesn’t stop him from trying to learn more about her, his date does though.

Opportunity missed, is just the beginning of this fast paced, humorous story about a man, a woman, a woman and a slight case of attempted murder. The Wright Life follows Jim on his path to find happiness, he meets the love of his life only to find out, that what he thought would be a perfect romance, is mixed with stubbornness, sex, sarcasm, corporate scandals, and a contract on Jim’s life.

The story contains strong adult language and adult situations. Oh, and sex, it has sex in it. Not a lot, just enough to say it has sex in it. Ok, maybe a little more than that.
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“Sexy, fast paced, suspenseful”

Five Star Review on Amazon By Kristina O’Donnelly

Now in his early thirties, Jim has only one thing left to build. Love. …
And oh, does he struggle with it! This is an exciting, sexy, fast paced novel, I feel kinda on a roller-coaster. But it’s OK, even though I feel dizzy, I am being skated into romance, sex, and pretty strong suspense.
Recommended read!

About the Author

I am the first born child, with an older brother and I’m my own first cousin. No, nothing funny in my family. When my mother passed away, I was adopted by my Uncle, my Mother’s brother. Dad worked with cars all of my life, so probably longer than that. I learned how it feels to go over 200 miles per hour in a very short time at a very young age.

Sometime in my adolescence I learned that reading the side of cereal boxes was interesting, well not really, but I couldn’t stop doing it. My family never talked about reading, even the newspaper was comics and not much else. Education was viewed more of a means to gain the basics, discussion of college wasn’t a conversation, it was always about working, barbecues, and beer. Beer cans are short reads.

In high school, a good friend of mine was talking about the book adaptation of Gremlins. It sounded interesting. I took my allowance and bought a copy. Read it in two days, didn’t want to put it down until I reached the end. It wasn’t a bad book, but it was the realization of how much I loved reading.

It was also during high school that I was introduced to role playing games, most notably Dungeons and Dragons. Loved it, here was a strange outlet for my creativity, something I didn’t realize I had. I was a freak, I wanted to play games with dice and imagination instead of football and basketball. I even took the only journalism class offered, it only lasted one semester and was a coasting class for the cheerleaders, I didn’t know that when I took the class. Only male in a class filled with cheerleaders. Uh, can I sign up again?

Being from a blue collar background, doing something like writing was more of an afterthought, something that I would like to do, but never knew how to get started and if I got started how to find the ending. In my twenties and thirties, I started dreaming of writing, even thought of myself as a writer, just never did anything with it.

I was reading an indie title I came across, the title sounded interesting, the premise looked good. The writing was horrible, the story was all over the place, no flow, no continuity, characters seemed to randomly appear and then disappear, like some of my ex-girlfriends. I couldn’t believe that this was published. I found myself thinking, if this person could do it, then so can I. I’ve stumbled, my first copy, as one reviewer stated, needed a lot of work. I took that to heart. I didn’t see it as an insult, I saw it as a chance to be better.

My desire, to be a writer that people will tell their friends about and not laugh, OK, I like the laughs. One day I hope to have someone walk up to me and say, hey aren’t you? I hope the rest of that question isn’t, the guy on the poster in the Post Office, because that would be really embarrassing.

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