Title: SLADE (Wild, #3)
Author: Adriane Leigh
Publication Date: September 26, 2014
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Synopsis
Behind every beautiful thing, there is some kind of pain...
Always overlooked. Always just there. That's what Dillon was to me.
Until one night.
In one night she flipped my world on its axis and there's no going back. But she has secrets, and secrets fester like an open wound. They color the past and forecast the future, but I'm determined to open her up; free her from her memories so she can live in the light and have the life she deserves.
It's just too bad that she wants nothing to do with me. But I'm nothing if not persistent and I'm not a man that gives up without a fight. I've had a taste and there's no walking away.
I just have to convince her that I'm not what she fears, I'm what she wants.
Excerpt
“Still fucked up with Dillon, huh?” Wild took a long sip from his bottle.
“Fuck off,” I gritted as I sunk the last ball in the pocket. “I won, pay up, you cheap cocksucker.” I held a hand out. Wild quirked his lips in a shit-eating grin and slapped a twenty in my palm.
“You lost, why the fuck you look so happy?”
“Something about you being all bitchy over a girl tickles my funny bone.” He stood and gathered the balls on the pool table for another game. “So, what’d she do?” he asked as he lined up the first shot.
“It’s not what she did, I don’t think…” I gnawed the problem over in my head. “I took her to LUST.” I said the last word under my breath.
“Well, shit.” His ball went off kilter with his shot. He stood and rested both wrists on his pool cue. “Didn’t take it well then, I assume?”
“Guess not. I'm at a loss. I went to her place in the hopes of making some grand gesture and she shut down.”
“Yeah, Dillon isn’t one for grand gestures.”
“Little late for that head's up.” I bent and aimed for a solid.
“You want her back?” he asked with interest.
“Problem is, I never had her. She said we were just fucking around.”
“Well, I coulda told you that too.” He grinned and took another sip from his bottle.
“You're a wealth of information in hindsight, aren’t you?”
He shrugged with a chuckle. “Play hard to get.”
“I don’t do games, brother. You know that.”
“Also probably why you’re thirty-two and still single.” His blue eyes glinted with amusement.
“You’re such a fucker.”
“Seriously. Dillon is more man than woman. Play to her baser instincts. Let her see you with someone else, the territorial bitch will come out to play. She’ll be all up on your dick.”
“Really? That feels…”
“Dishonest? It is, but means to an end, ya know?”
“I was going to say like a bitch move, but dishonest too.”
“Bitch move or not, man, I bet you it works.” He shrugged and lined up his shot after I missed my second ball.
“So what? Ask someone out on a date and bring her here? I hate this already.” I ran a hand through my hair when I missed another ball.
“Jesus. She has you acting like a chick. You usually smoke me.” He frowned at the pool table. “Gonna have to call Ridge if I want to play a decent game.” He rubbed at the scruff along his jaw.
“Fuck off.” I took another shot, added extra power and sunk it with a thunk.
“Ha, see, I just played you. You think I’d ever call my brother for a game of pool?”
“Okay…” I pointed at him as realization dawned. “You’re an epic asshole, and I get your point. And I thought you and Ridge were better?” I'd heard rumblings of Ridge sleeping with Mia, Wild's one-time fiancé, but as far as I knew Wild and Ridge had worked it out, as best as something like that could be worked out, I guessed.
“We are, we are. But still, ten foot pole, ya know?” He shrugged and I saw their history swirl in his ice blue eyes. He and his brother had been through a lot, some good, mostly bad. All not my business.
“So, play games, huh?”
“Yep.”
“Like a bitch?”
“Exactly.” Wild stood from his barstool. “And you sunk my ball, fucker, pay up.” He held his hand out.
“What? I was distracted.”
“By a chick. No excuse. I want my twenty back.”
“Jesus, no wonder your bother said you were a douche.”
His laugh boomed through the small pool room as I shoved the twenty back in his palm. He took a long swig of his beer and winked.
“I don’t know why the fuck I even talk to you.”
“Because I’m a wealth of information.”
“In hindsight.”
About the Author
Adriane Leigh was born and raised in a snowbank in Michigan's Upper Peninsula and now lives amongst the sand dunes of the Lake Michigan lakeshore. She graduated with a Literature degree but never particularly enjoyed reading Shakespeare or Chaucer. Adriane is married to a tall, dark and handsome guy, plays mama to two sweet baby girls, and is a voracious reader and knitter.
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