Going Wild (The Wild Ones Book 2)(76)

It’s damn good entertainment, but it’s been a while since I’ve seen one, so I’m assuming there was some concussion research done there. I’ll get back to you on that.

Another way to prove you were a real man, sometimes you had to wrestle your daughter’s boyfriends who were half your age. My first “real” boyfriend accepted the challenge and even taunted my father when they started the circling thingy people do before a fight. I believe the words “old man” and “slow as molasses” was used. (I didn’t say he was original at insults.)

It took less than five minutes for my father to effectively pin him. Then my dad pulled the guy’s pants down and literally spanked his ass like he was an errant child from the eighties in front of all of us. Tonya knocked Danielle off the porch when she tried to cover her eyes, because we were ‘sheltered’ children like that, and there was a boy’s naked butt in plain view.

I can laugh about it now. No worries.

Anyway, that’s where the fight scene came from. Well, the attitude of it rather. Completely different, I know, but my father was humming Eye of the Tiger when he was spanking said guy’s ass in front of my sisters and I. Meanwhile, my stepmother was laughing so hard she couldn’t breathe.

I make us sound like terrible people, but you have to remember this was the nineties. Times were different and The Three Stooges were comedy gold even then. At least in our town.

This series is still my escape, and I really hope it remains an escape for everyone. Kai Wilder’s book is next, which will be the first male Wild One to have a book. Killian Vincent is after him. I think. Don’t quote me on that last one just yet, but as of now, that’s the plan.

Hope you’re as excited about Kai Wilder’s book as I am.

Don’t worry, the Nickels will be in a book soon, as long as the series continues to do well. I know it’s different, but that’s sort of the point. So thank you for giving it a chance, and thank you soooooooooo much for reviewing. I can’t even explain how important that is, and I can’t thank you enough for taking the time to do it.



As always, I love the hell out of you. <3



xoxo,

C.M.





Sneak Peek of Kai Wilder’s book, Wilder:



Chapter 1



PIPER



“You have no idea the hell I had to go through just to get out to this cabin. I’ve faced death three times more than I have in my entire life,” I tell the deer as I throw the rope I found randomly lying outside my late grandmother’s cabin.

The rope lands right beside the struggling deer, who is trying to climb out of the hole in the ice, water splashing as the deer makes pitiful sounds of distress. I whimper when I realize the deer isn’t smart enough to bite down on the rope and let me pull it out.

“I’m only doing this because of Bambi. That damn movie broke my heart,” I say on a whimper as I ease out onto the ice, already slipping and dancing around to keep my balance.

I try to stay away from the softer patches that don’t appear as frozen, as I quickly fashion a noose. I know it’s morbid, but it’s the only rope-tying trick I know that will be of any help. Thank my medieval-obsessed father.

It takes a few tries, but I finally manage to ring the deer’s neck, and I pull quickly, freeing the small fawn from the water, then sliding to it carefully to undo the noose before I accidentally suffocate it.

It lies completely still for a second, and my breaths fog in front of my face as I bend over to listen for a heartbeat.

Just as my hair touches its stomach, then wild thing leaps up with a battle cry that scares the shit out of me, and I yelp as I crash backwards.

My eyes widen as the deer runs off, just as the ice beneath me gives out.

Everything happens so terrifyingly fast. My life doesn’t even have time to flash before my eyes this time.

A bloodcurdling scream is shut off when I’m suddenly sucking icy water into my lungs, and my body feels like it’s on fire and freezing at once, as I scramble to push myself back to the surface. Fortunately, I pop up in the same huge hole I’ve made instead of getting stuck under the ice, a newly realized fear of mine.

Just as my hands grip the edge of the burning cold ice, something firm grabs my wrist, and I’m completely yanked out of the water.

My entire body is shaking so hard, and my vision is dimming as something loud chatters. I think it’s my teeth.

I feel myself moving, but I’m too disoriented to know what’s really going on around me.

“Wake up!” someone shouts near my ear just as a motor revs to life somewhere around us.

“Dr. Harvey, got an icicle. How do we warm her up?” I hear someone asking.