✨ WILD LOVE Teaser Tuesday✨
Ford knows damn well he shouldn't cross this line.
But shouldn't and can't are two very different things.
Narrated by Zachary Webber & Vanessa Edwin
BLURB
Rosie Belmont has been driving me wild for years. The good kind of wild. The bad kind of wild. But mostly the kind of wild that comes with wanting your best friend’s little sister and knowing you can’t have her.
After living in the city, she comes blasting back into Rose Hill like a storm. Beautiful, messy, and chaotic.
And one wide-eyed desperate plea for a job is all it takes for me to hire her.
Forbes may have labelled me the World’s Hottest Billionaire but all I care about is opening my new recording studio. Something that comes to a screeching halt when I end up face-to-face with a young girl who claims I’m her biological father.
Now I spend my days balancing business with parenting a sullen twelve-year-old all while trying desperately to keep my hands the hell off my best friend’s little sister.
I vow to keep Rosie at arm’s length. I try to stick to scowls and grumpy one-liners. But with her verbal sparring is merely foreplay—friction that turns to blistering heat.
I know damn well I shouldn’t cross that line.
But shouldn’t and can’t are two very different things.
And the only thing I truly can’t do is resist her.
EXCERPT REVEAL
“Why are you looking at me like that?” My words are a whisper in an already hushed night.
His gaze meets mine, and this time he’s the one who licks his lips.
I watch the motion before adding, “You should stop.”
His dark brows drop low on his forehead, two small lines popping up between them like he’s concentrating. “I know.”
My fingers press into the sides of the aluminum can in my hand hard enough that I hear it crinkle. It draws my gaze down. I can’t handle staring at him anymore anyway.
“Are you single?” The second the words leave my lips, I hate myself for saying them. They’re enough to make him draw away ever so slightly.
I hear the bristling of his stubble against his palm as he scrubs a hand over his mouth.
“Yes. Are you?”
I keep my eyes low; my breathing feels labored. Like it’s hard work to keep from collapsing under the weight of his stare.
“I don’t know.”
And it’s true. I’ve spent so long being a people pleaser— avoiding making any waves—that I’m terrified of disappointing the people I care about. But I know I’m done. I’ve finally come to terms with it. But telling Ford before I tell Ryan would be shitty. Where Ford and my personal life are concerned, vague is better. Safer.
He stands, calmly unfurling his powerful body, before stepping right in front of me and bending down to my level. His lips are a breath away, his eyes so deep and searching I can’t hold his gaze.
Slowly, his hand comes up to grip my ponytail—just like he did the other night. But tonight, with one slow tug, he guides my head back so I’m forced to look at him. “Next time you ask me that, make sure you are.”
****
I feel myself doze. A loud crack from the fire startles me awake and I shake my head. “Get it together, old girl,” I murmur.
Not wanting to fall asleep and spill red wine all over myself, I push to stand and walk down the slope toward the lake. Toward the dock. It’s my favorite place to sit.
Morning tea.
Peaceful lunch.
Bedtime wine.
It faces due west, which means it’s a spectacular place to sit at night. It’s chillier down by the water too, something I clearly need to stay awake right now.
I pull the blanket tighter around my shoulders and stare out at the inky water as I mull over the day’s events. The boards shake before I ever hear Ford’s approach.
He crouches behind me, but I don’t turn to look at him. I keep staring out at the other side of the lake, now dotted with lights from a home opposite mine.
I swear I can feel his annoyance even though I haven’t turned around.
I smile into the cool night.
His hand wraps around my ponytail, and he gives it a gentle tug, pulling my head back. Forcing me to look into his eyes, their green almost black in the darkness.
In the past, this has always felt playful. Flirtatious even. But tonight, it makes my stomach flip and my blood pump faster. It’s downright commanding.
“Are you ignoring me, Rosalie?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because I like fighting with you.”
His head quirks in an almost feline way. A shiver races down my spine.
“Do we fight, or do we flirt?”
I wink at him, my head still tilted back. “With us, I think they’re the same thing.”
****
"Stop overthinking it. Let’s just carry on like nothing happened. Go back to being frenemies who don’t… exchange pens. This thing is so new, it never even got any legs, so nothing needs to change. I’m a big girl. I’ll be fine.”
I wonder if he can hear the lie in my words. I won’t be fine. But there’s too much at stake. I don’t want to hurt his and West’s relationship, and I especially don’t want Cora to get attached to the idea of something that might just be a blip on the radar. She doesn’t need anything else in her life that isn’t permanent.
“I worry about you,” is all he says. And I can hear the anguish in his words.
“Why? I got a really great make-out session behind the bar and the world’s okayest orgasm out of the deal.”
He drops his head between his knees now. Like he’s on a plane, preparing for a crash landing.
I chuckle. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry over it.”
“Rosie. You kill me.”
“That was funny. Why aren’t you laughing?”
Now his head tips up. Eyes glowing neon, like they defy the dim light in the living room. “There’s nothing funny about the way I want you.”
Wild Love by Elsie SilverMy rating: 5 of 5 stars
Wild Love is my favorite kind of story. The kind where emotion guides the way and hope holds the candle to a happy ending. Ford and Rosie explore the seasons of love through the eyes of heartache. Their journey is full of beauty, littered with pain and shadowed by hope. Silver pushes the soul to it's limit with haunting characters, surprise revelations and unforgettable romance. An all you can eat banquet of the heart.
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