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If you like soap operas (that are actually written well), full of twists and turns, then this novel is definitely worth the read.

Synopsis

Aya Daniels escapes to the Caribbean Island of her heritage expecting to recreate her life after years of heartbreak. Unfortunately, she soon realizes that most of her troubles have followed her to paradise.

She jumps into a marriage of convenience with an established small businessman with a dubious past, creating additional hostility within her resentful family. Aya perseveres, quickly discovering that she craves more than material security and begins to explore her passion for writing.

Enter Marley Wright, whose initial interest in Aya’s narrative develops into something so much more. On the brink of finally having all that she could ever want, Aya is conflicted by her responsibilities as a wife, her devotion to her career and her escalating desire for the man with whom she feels an intense connection.

After overcoming obstacles to find her “right” place, a devastating string of events force Aya to make the ultimate sacrifice and finally confront what she fears most.

Deceit. Betrayal. Scandal. Manipulation. You name it, this book has it. But it also has self discovery. Aya Daniels, a woman in her mid-thirties, is giving up on life. After a terrible break up, Aya flees to the Caribbean, where she decides to marry an old family friend. Desi Franklin, a small businessman in his early fifties, proposes a marriage of comfort, and security and Aya leaps at the chance to make her life somewhat happy. But the more she learns about her husband’s past, the trials of marriage, as well as writing a novel, Aya isn’t so sure this is enough. Enter Marley Wright, a successful Caribbean author who inspires fire, passion, and desire in Aya and now things are complicated. Should she choose Desi, Marley, or her own happiness?


The twist and turns of this novel make this story feel like a soap opera but in a good way. The reader can easily predict what will happen next and still be shocked. The Wrong Way to Wright keeps you on your toes and shows that despite being predictable, each character has depth, nuance, and their own motivations for their actions. 


Speaking of motivations, or rather manipulations, none of the characters come off as likable to me, except Aya and that's because all the other chapters manipulate her to get what they want. Desi promises security and comfort but isn't entirely truthful about his past. Even Marley feels pushy at times, using her confusing feelings to his advantage instead of considering and understanding her feelings. 


Also, the switching between each character’s perspective doesn’t work well in this novel. There are whole chapters where it’s all in Marva’s, the housekeeper’s perspective, which leaves the reader out and doesn’t connect them to the main character, Aya. Because this is done more often than necessary, Aya’s voice gets lost, midway through the novel and takes a while to come back. It feels as though this wasn’t Aya’s story at times because of this. 


The Wrong Way to Wright is a novel about what happens when you give up on living and how to come back to life. How to live true to oneself despite obligations or obstacles that don’t always allow you to do that. But, if you work on it, compromise where you can, and don’t settle for less, you’ll end up right where you want and deserve to be. The Wrong Way to Wright is a 3 out of 5 stars and is definitely worth the read.

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Synopsis

Aya Daniels escapes to the Caribbean Island of her heritage expecting to recreate her life after years of heartbreak. Unfortunately, she soon realizes that most of her troubles have followed her to paradise.

She jumps into a marriage of convenience with an established small businessman with a dubious past, creating additional hostility within her resentful family. Aya perseveres, quickly discovering that she craves more than material security and begins to explore her passion for writing.

Enter Marley Wright, whose initial interest in Aya’s narrative develops into something so much more. On the brink of finally having all that she could ever want, Aya is conflicted by her responsibilities as a wife, her devotion to her career and her escalating desire for the man with whom she feels an intense connection.

After overcoming obstacles to find her “right” place, a devastating string of events force Aya to make the ultimate sacrifice and finally confront what she fears most.

Chapter 1

Thirty-three hours. Aya Daniels was actually counting down until

she could take her few belongings and sneak away to begin a very

different life. For she had said yes without reservation, even if it was

spoken so softly that she had to repeat it. And now she needed to act

quickly in order to be ready in time.

She took advantage of the noise her aunt and her aunt’s friends

were making, cackling like the hens they became when they got

together to gossip. Preoccupied as they were in their own dramas,

they would not come to investigate the shuffling sounds coming from

Aya’s dingy room.

She pulled her suitcase from the bottom of the wardrobe and

started sorting through her clothes. She was pleased to see that most

of them had become too big for her in the year since she had relocated

to the Caribbean. She took her most professional pieces and stylish

casuals as she wanted to make a good impression.

She packed the creams and ointments she kept in her wicker drawer

to treat her heat rash and unabating mosquito bites. Then she raised

her hands to place the tiny twists of her black shoulder-length locks

into a high ponytail to keep them out of her sweat-soaked face. She

wiped her brow and turned on the wall fan, which did little other than

blow the hot air around her confined quarters.

Aya looked at herself in the mirror above the wicker dresser. Would

she be able to live up to his expectations? She turned to the right to

review her profile from that angle. Her generous bosom was still perky

and much of the bloat of the previous years had left her midsection.

Her behind was a little flat, but she hadn’t known him to be like most

island men in that regard.

She moved in closer to scrutinize her face. She was almost thirty-six

years old, but she had yet to feel like her own woman. She plumped

her full lips, tipped her chin down, and smiled when she remembered

how often he complimented her on them. Observing how the relentless

sun had toasted her complexion to a healthy-looking caramel tone,

she was satisfied. She then squinted to examine the dark circles under

her expressive deep-set eyes. The climate had failed to hide the stress

and worry of the past couple of years.

Aya turned away from the mirror to examine her mail, which

consisted mostly of credit card bills with large balances. She slid the

envelopes into the front flap of her case and then sifted through what

remained in her drawer. Among the several articles about how to

write your first novel was a picture that hit her like a kick in the guts.

It was him.

Her aunt Bea walked by her bedroom on the way to the bathroom

next door and invited Aya out to join the meal she was serving her

friends. Aya held the picture to her breast, mumbled a curt refusal, and

lowered herself onto her twin bed. Her body tensed as she remembered

the end of a conversation she had overheard her aunt having with her

mother on the phone only the day before.

Bea had returned home from the grocery store, talking on her cell

with the speaker on as she unpacked and put away the groceries. She

didn’t realize Aya had come home early from work and was writing on

her laptop in her room.

“I don’t think she’s ready to come back to you in Canada yet, Pearl.”

“Why not? You can see she isn’t happy there,” her mother said

frankly. “She left her job, her few friends, and her family to get a fresh

start but is still doing the same nonsense. She’s not getting any younger

either. There’s no time to waste.”

“At least she has that good job I got her doing the accounts at the

hotel. And she’s taken off all of that weight.”

“I didn’t send my daughter to you to be shut up in her room

every night.”

“Well, I try taking her out with me, but she always refuses. I introduce

her to all the young men I come across, but nothing ever comes

of that either. I can’t even get her to join me at church. I don’t know

what else to do.”

“I curse the day she ever met that blasted Bradley! Do you suppose

she’s still depressed?”

Bea took a moment to respond, breathing heavily as she lumbered

her wide body about the room. “She don’t say too much to me about

anything, really. She has a girlfriend from work who calls sometimes,

but they don’t do much together. I hoped Nicola would be here for her

until she up and went off to England to do her Master’s. I know Aya

was really counting on her cousin and very disappointed that when she

finally pack up and come, her closest relative up and leave.”

“Is she still overeating?”

“I told you, she’s slimmed down nicely. I doubt she can find half of

the junk she used to gorge on down here anyway.”

“She doesn’t talk much to me after I told her she needed to forget

a career as a writer since she has so much debt to pay off. I don’t know

why Nicola put that idea in her head. She’s not still shopping, is she? It

boggles my mind to think of all the money she wasted on rubbish that’s

now crammed into a storage unit.”

“No. No more mindless spending. She gets the bills you forward to

her, and after making the payments she doesn’t have funds to play with,

so she doesn’t go out much. I offer to help—”

“She can’t stay with you for free, Bea. I know you can afford it, but

I’ve told her time and again that she cannot spend her way out of a

broken heart.”

“Well, I feel bad. She must be lonely, always stuck in that room.

I wish I knew how to help her. What do you expect her to go back to

Canada and do?”

At that moment, Aya’s cell had started ringing. She had stumbled

about trying to silence it while Bea had quickly ended the call.

Aya was incensed. They were always trying to run her life.

Depressed? She wasn’t depressed. She was in pain due to a festering

wound that had been rubbed raw for nearly a decade. She raised the

picture she was holding to her tearing eyes.

The photo was taken at a family picnic. The very striking Bradley

was smiling at the camera, his muscular arm draped around her shoulders.

Her face was beaming as she looked up at him. She had loved this

guy from afar for three years in university, where the popular athlete

had the run of all the girls on campus. A year after graduating, the new

financial advisor had crossed paths with Aya when she was working as

a teller at one of the top banks.

Aya thought it was a dream come true when they started dating and

thanked the heavens that love was still alive, which she had doubted

after living through her parents’ nasty divorce only a few years before.

She was deliriously happy with him for eight months, until he got his

first promotion. Once he started making a lot more money, he became

too busy with clients or company events to extend her an invitation.

Aya had already envisioned taking his name and planned their

entire future together when he started being seen with other women.

He became distant with her and would only make time for sexual

encounters. Aya was not prepared to have actual intercourse with

him unless he proposed. She excused his dalliances with other women

because she was silly enough to believe it was her he really wanted.

Their romance was off far more than on during their second year, but

Aya could not give him up. She was desperate to keep some semblance

of joy in her life, especially since her father was angry and distant while

her mother was manipulative and clinging. She remained hopeful that

the man she had fallen so deeply in love with would return. Until his

son was born to the girl he had gone steady with during most of those

university years. Then Aya had to face that she may never have had the

man at all.

She blamed herself for not giving in to him physically, no matter

how hot and heavy their sessions would get. Although not religious,

Aya could not find it in herself to be with a man who did not desire

her enough to make her his bride. She had gambled that holding out

would make him commit, and lost.

Aya crumpled up the picture and wiped her eyes. She would not

shed one more tear over Bradley Wentworth. Then a flash of memory

that she had long repressed came through. A moment from the night

her mother was out working and Aya thought she was home alone. She

had cried so hard over him that she wanted to end her pain and die

right there on the family room couch.

Unbeknownst to her, Mr. Franklyn, a long-time friend of the

family, was visiting and had fallen asleep in the basement TV room.

Aya was horrified to feel him lay his clean-shaven head next to hers

while she sobbed, but he continued to hold her when she tried to push

him away. Eventually, she grew weary and let him. Desmond Franklyn

could guess what had happened to devastate her so as he had cautioned

Aya several times over Bradley’s immature ways.

Once Aya was able to compose herself, the tall, dark, and handsome

man gently wiped her tears, stroked her face, and put his arm around

her hip as she leaned her head on his broad shoulders. They sat together,

saying nothing, and she relaxed under his caresses.

The jolting sound of the garage door opening brought them out of

their stupor and Aya abruptly sat up, getting ready to flee the room as

she did not want her mother to see her destroyed. Mr. Franklyn’s dark

lips smiled gently when he took her face in his hands and kissed her

fully on the mouth, his clipped goatee tickling her face until they heard

footsteps coming up from the basement. He got up and had kept Pearl

talking in the kitchen so that Aya could get into bed. They had never

spoken of it again.

Sweat rolled down Aya’s neck and she jumped up to get back to

the matter at hand. She reorganized her belongings so nothing looked

amiss and returned her case to the wardrobe. She would pack her toiletries

from the bathroom as soon as the coast was clear.

Now all she could do was wait. If only she had known that morning,

while waiting for the stifling, crammed bus she took to work, that it

would be her last day. He hadn’t asked her to resign, but she knew it

was expected, and she more than welcomed it.

She had stunned her supervisor when she informed him that she

was leaving. Her abrupt departure could hardly come as a surprise to

the ruddy British national, who knew that his escalating lust for her

was not lost on Aya, nor most of the people in the office. Someone

had spilled the beans to his venomous wife, who was making frequent

unannounced visits to thwart what she believed to be inevitable. Her

spies in the building were also fanning the flames and making Aya’s

life miserable. Her boss had made one last attempt, hoping that Aya

would relent and let him get at her now that she would no longer be

his subordinate.

Aya found herself coming up against such experiences often, as

plenty of carnal attention was directed her way in this sizzling land

of libido, rum, and Carnival. She would have been flattered if the

advances were ever from anyone suitable. Unfortunately, they were

always either too old, married, or attached to any number of other

women. They looked at her parts with no thought or care for who she

really was as a person.

Not giving a damn anymore what people would say about her

decision, Aya squared her shoulders and scowled. For she was now

certain that she was doing the right thing. An opportunity that had

miraculously become available when she was beyond all hope. She was

leaving tomorrow evening to become Mrs. Desmond Franklyn, as she

had promised him she would.

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​D is a well-traveled, avid reader, who loves to explore the unique quirks of dynamic cultures. She has spent the past twelve years refining her craft while living in various countries and looking to be represented by those who support the often-overlooked diverse stories of women of colour. view profile

Published on May 30, 2023

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