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I don’t know if there’s a romance lover out there who isn’t going to be intrigued by big strong men who work in some sort of security, whether it be the police, the military, or some renegade ninja club. Ozzie from the Bourbon Street Boys security falls right into that category. According to May, he probably falls more on the ninja side of things, though the boys plus Toni might put May there, as well. Do some crunches before diving into the story of Ozzie and May; you’re going to laugh so much that your abs will thank you for some prep work.
Wrong Number, Right Guy in 85 Characters or Less
Soccer-mom-esque ninja photographer joins security firm only to fall for her boss
Full Plot Summary
When a mysterious text message summons May Wexler to a biker bar in downtown New Orleans, she knows something is very wrong. Her sister has sent out an SOS, but when May gets there, she’s nowhere to be found and May is the one in trouble—she’s wearing pink espadrilles, she’s got a Chihuahua in her purse, and she’s in the middle of a shootout. After tall, muscular Ozzie comes to her rescue, May has no choice but to follow him to safety. At the headquarters of his private security firm, the Bourbon Street Boys, she finds a refuge for the night—and the offer of a job. But it’s not long before a gun-toting stalker isn’t the only complication in May’s life: the more time she spends with Ozzie, the less she can deny that they’ve got some serious chemistry. A wrong number got her into this mess…Will it also get her the right guy?
May Is My Favorite
May is 100% my ideal best friend. She’s adorably awkward, an inner badass, incredibly caring toward her crazy nieces and nephew, and her sarcastic inner monologue is absolutely hilarious. I’m pretty sure my flatmates hated me for how loudly I was cracking up at midnight while on a Wrong Number, Right Guy read-a-thon. I mean, check out some of these quotes from May!
When he gets to my room, I’m disappointed. Of course I didn’t make my bed. Now he knows that I’m messy, and I sleep on sheets covered in flowers. He propably hates that, being the black-satin type. For some reason, that bothers me. Then the realization hits me like a bus; I want him to like everything about me, even my sheets. I’m insane, or at the very least, sexually deprived enough to have become completely irrational.
Yep! That’s me! I keep talking when I should shove a shoe down my throat.
I revel in the corn muffins that I discover in another box. So sweet. So…corny.
Make sure you read Wrong Number, Right Guy when you’re alone, because I promise that your children, parents, or significant others will think you’ve officially lost it with the amount of cackling and snorting you’re about to do.
No Major Skeletons In The Closet
It’s a common point in contemporary romance novels that one or both of the characters have a large flaw or a giant traumatizing uh-oh in their past. Most of the character development in those books revolves around overcoming that issue with the help of the other person. These types of books are great. They’re relatable because we all have some past incident holding us past and they give us hope that love can help us overcome anything. These are normally the tear-jerkers, the triumphs, the books that make you see the world in a whole new light. Wrong Number, Right Guy wasn’t one of those books.
Neither Ozzie nor May had any huge skeletons in their closet. In fact, the only person in the story who had one of those was Toni. This meant that neither of them were struggling to overcome a personal and emotional issue. Their struggles revolved around the murderer out for May, which is an issue enough. That being said, it meant that neither character changed much. With the way Casey writes, though, it wasn’t an issue for me. This book was pure and simple enjoyment. It made me laugh, it made me smile, it made me squirm in embarrassment on May’s behalf. It was pure pleasure, and you need that every once in a while.
Why Was David Out For May’s Blood?
Obviously, the whole reason May ends up in the company of the Bourbon Street Boys is because there’s someone out to get her. You find out at the end of the book that originally, the bad guy was shooting at Ozzie, but that doesn’t explain why he kept hunting for May or why her name was tossed around in gang circles.
Was it because she saw a major criminal and could then identify him to the police? Was it because the Bourbon Street Boys now had a surveillance person on their team? You never really find out by the end of Wrong Number, Right Guy. I personally think that would have been a great way to tie up loose ends on the novel, but perhaps that gets addressed in the sequels.
Ozzie Is The Perfect Guy
Ruggedly handsome? Check. Fit and complete with rippling abs? Check. Protective and capable of following through on that? Check. Adorable little boy sometimes? Check. Sexy god in bed? Check. What more could you ask for?
Casey does a great job of writing so many different aspects of Ozzie. You get the cute side of him when he’s playing strip poker and watching a move with May with the contrast of the badass security firm boss at work. Ozzies of the real world, wherever you are, please make yourself known.
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Hi. I’m Elle Casey, a full-time hybrid author (hybrid, meaning I publish some of my books myself and some with a traditional publisher – Montlake Romance). I published my first novel WRECKED on January 1, 2012 and have published over 40 novels and shorts since. I quit my jobs as a lawyer and teacher early in 2013 to focus full time on my writing, and I couldn’t be happier. I love my work and even more so, my readers!
Okay, more about me… I’ve been reading since I was 4 and have read probably over a couple thousand books in my lifetime. I’m a certified, dyed-in-the-wool book nerd. I can’t tell you how many things I’ve not gotten done and chores I’ve ignored because I was too busy reading, and how many nights I’ve stayed up until the sun began to rise, finishing up a good book. I don’t have much time for reading these days, what with all the writing I’ve been doing, but my favorite genres are fantasy, paranormal, sci-fi, dystopian, and romance of all types. I used to adore thriller and horror novels. When I was younger and didn’t scare as easily, Stephen King was my go-to guy. I just love his writing style and the way he makes characters come alive on the page.
In 2010, I threw all caution to the wind, checked out of corporate life, and moved the family to France. What was supposed to be a one-year adventure turned into a new life for all of us. Six and a half years later, I still live here with my husband, two of my three children (my oldest is now proudly serving in the USAF), four dogs, four cats, and seven horses in the beautiful Dordogne region — surrounded by trees, hills, chateaux, and wonderful, warm people I am proud to call friends. My life is simply crazy, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.