A Review of Loving The Wrong Man by Mia Black
Black, and Ifound her writing style to be bold, relationship-driven, and full of heat anddeception. The story centers around Jazmine (“Jazzy”), a freelance consultantfor multimedia companies who recently ended things with her cheating boyfriend,Aaron, in Charlotte. Ready for a fresh start, she heads to New York to staywith her best friend Tami while she gets back on her feet.
On the flight, Jazzy meets Quinton (“Que”),a handsome and charming stranger who keeps her calm during turbulence. Theyexchange numbers, and a week later, he invites her to explore New YorkCity—he’s Brooklyn-born and Queens-raised, after all. Their chemistry isinstant, leading to a steamy night at the luxurious Carlyle Hotel, with windowsoverlooking Central Park.
Though Jazzy is drawn to Que, she’s hesitantto jump into a new relationship. She enjoys his company but can’t shake hercuriosity about his vague career in “sales.” Her doubts intensify when she seesa news report about a $50 million theft ring targeting Miami’s elite—completewith a photo of the suspected ringleader hiding out in New York who looksalarmingly like Que. Her suspicion leads her to snoop, only to be caught by Quehimself.
This fast-paced contemporary romance ispacked with tension, secrets, and sizzle. While it follows the familiar tropeof a good girl falling for a mysterious bad boy, the chemistry between Jazzyand Que feels fresh and exciting. The dialogue is natural, and the vividdescriptions bring New York City to life. I’m looking forward to the nextinstallment to find out if Jazzy walks away—or stands by him. Two thumbs up!
Rating:4 stars
Someof my favorite lines:
“Icould stare at you all day too, but I think the other passengers might revoltif we keep holding up takeoff,” he said, laughing. I smiled awkwardly and movedinto the aisle. He sat down in the chair next to me and buckled himself. I satback down and did the same. I completely had to maintain my composure.
BeforeI was able to close my eyes and turn on my music, he turned to me and held outhis hand. “Since we are going to be seatmates for the next three hours, Ishould introduce myself. My name is Quinton, but I go by Que for short.”
I reached out and shook his hand. “My nameis Jazmine.”
“Beautiful name for a beautiful woman.”
I felt myself blush. “Thank you for thecompliment.”
“Anything to put a smile on your face.So, are you going to New York, or is that another layover?”
