Book Info-
Title- Wilde Riders
Series- Old Town Country Romance Series Book #1
By- Savannah Young
Genre- Contemporary Romance
Blurb-
FOUR WILDE BROTHERS...ONE WILDE COUNTRY BAND
WILDE RIDERS is the first novel in a spicy new contemporary
romance series about four sexy brothers, their small-town bar and their local
country band. WILDE RIDERS can be read as a STAND ALONE NOVEL or as part of the
SERIES.
Cooper Wilde spent his entire adolescence counting the days
until he could escape rural northwest New Jersey. Now at 26, he can't believe
he's coming back. But his late father's bar, Haymakers, is in financial trouble
and his older brother, Jake, has asked for Cooper's help.
Riley Smith, 25, is fresh out of her Ivy League MBA program
and wants to make an impression on her employer, H & C Bank. Her first solo
assignment is a fraud investigation on a business loan they made to Haymakers.
Even though Old Town is less than 90 minutes from New York
City, Riley feels like she's stepped into another world in this remote, one-bar
town. Riley can't wait to do her business and get back to the city as quickly
as her sports car will take her...until she meets Cooper Wilde. He's not like
the other guys in this rural town and Riley feels inexplicably attracted to
him.
If you like your trucks loud, your beer cold and your men
hot...you'll love WILDE RIDERS.
Links-
Amazon Paperback- http://www.amazon.com/Wilde-Riders-Country-Romance-Volume/dp/1495442977/ref=tmm_pap_title_0
EXCERPT
The drive into New Jersey is exhausting. My only saving grace is
that most of the traffic is going into the city instead of out of the city like
I am. You’ve got to love those bridge and tunnel guys. I wouldn’t date one but
I have a little bit of respect for them. The commute into Manhattan turns a
nine hour work day into an eleven hour one, if you’re lucky.
I can feel my stomach
start to knot as I get further away from the city and further away from
civilization. Pretty soon I’ll be in the sticks surrounded by woods and
farmland. I can almost smell the manure that will no doubt take days to
completely rid from my nasal passages. I pray that I don’t run into any
animals, especially cows, which are huge, smelly and completely freak me out.
The only live animals I ever care to see have to fit comfortably in a handbag,
like a Chihuahua or Teacup Poodle, for example.
I have an appointment with a man named Jake Wilde. He asked me to
come early, before the place opened at noon, so he could give me his full
attention. I try to imagine what someone named Jake Wilde would look like and
all I can come up with is an old gunslinger like Clint Eastwood in Unforgiven.
As I pull into Old Town the place looks exactly like I thought it
would. The buildings in the town square are old and I image the place hasn’t
changed much in the last hundred years or so.
Haymakers is just past the town square, down the hill from the
deli, next to the gas station. Those were the exact directions I was given,
in those words. I take that to mean the town only has one gas station and one
deli.
When I pull into the parking lot, there’s only one other vehicle
sitting there. It’s an old beat-up Dodge Ram. Nothing like fitting the country
bumpkin stereotype like a glove. Then I have a brief moment of panic and wonder
if it’s safe to park my BMW in the dirt lot. Then I remind myself where I am.
Who is going to mess with it in the middle of the day? A stray deer from the
woods out back? The only thing I probably have to worry about is it getting
dusty.
I take in a deep breath. I have to be thankful there’s no manure
smell yet. The quicker you do this, I
remind myself, the quicker you can get
back to the lovely asphalt jungle you
call home.
I’m hit with a gust of wind as soon as I get out of my car. How is
it possible that Old Town is even windier than lower Manhattan? I didn’t think
I’d ever find a place windier than Wall Street. Even the Windy City didn’t seem
this windy when I had business in Chicago.
When I enter the bar, I try to smooth down my thick hair, which I
know is probably a complete mess from the gust. I’m surprised by the homey feel
of the place. How could someone like me possibly feel at home in a country bar?
Even if I was wearing jeans and cowboy boots, if I even owned jeans and cowboy boots, I wouldn’t fit in at a place like
this.
I hear someone clear his throat and I turn to see a guy about my
age, mid-twenties, standing next to me. I can’t help my surprise when I see
he’s wearing khakis and a polo shirt, like he just stepped off a golf course.
He looks as out of place in this country bar as I feel.
“Are you Jake Wilde?” I ask.
The guy gives me the faintest hint of a smile but it’s almost as
if it pains him to give that much. His deep brown eyes look even more
distressed and I can’t help but wonder what’s behind those sad eyes.
He rakes his fingers through his thick dark hair. “A little windy
out, isn’t it?”
My hand automatically goes to my hair and I try to casually
flatten it down again. I imagine I must look like I just stepped out of a wind
tunnel.
“Your hair looks fine,” the guy tries to assure me. But he’s got
that hint of a smile on his face again and it makes me wonder if he’s lying
just to make me feel better.
“I’m Cooper Wilde,” the guy says as he offers a hand.
I don’t know why I suddenly
feel nervous about shaking it. It’s a business meeting. That’s what people do.
But the way this guy is looking at me gives me the feeling that he might be
interested in more than just business.
But I’m not, I remind myself. Not only
because I’ve all but sworn off men, I’m here to do a job. I’ve been working for
H & C Bank for two years and this is my first solo assignment as a lead
investigator. If I continue to do well, I’ll be well on my way to becoming a
Vice President before I turn thirty. I don’t need a man to throw me off my
career trajectory. And definitely not some guy in a country bar in rural New
Jersey.
I take his hand and give it a quick shake but I can’t bring myself
to look into his smoldering eyes again. “I’m Riley Smith.”
“I figured that,” Cooper says.
“Why is that?”
That hint of a smile has returned to his face again. “We don’t
often get women in business suits in the bar.”
I’m not sure why I’m suddenly overcome with the urge to get a real
smile out of Cooper Wilde. I don’t know even know the guy but it somehow seems
important. I get the feeling he hasn’t really smiled in a while and it’s long
overdue.
Not that I’ve had much occasion for real smiles myself lately.
“My brother will be here in a minute or two. He’s just printing a
few documents from the computer. Purchase orders and receipts.”
I nod and look around the place. From the outside, I thought it
was going to be a dive but the place actually has character. I can tell the
wooden bar is old, and it looks hand carved, as do the barstools. There’s a
large stage area that looks new. That’s one of the expenses I was charged with
investigating. I try to image what the place looks like filled with patrons
watching a local band play on a Friday night.
“Ms. Smith?” I hear a deeper male voice say.
I look up to see another guy approaching. He also looks around my
age, mid-twenties, but he looks more like what I’d expect inside a country bar.
He’s wearing a white button down shirt with jeans and cowboy boots. His hair is
lighter than Cooper’s and his face is rounder, more boyish, but there’s
definitely a family resemblance between these two guys. They’re both about the
same height, around six feet, with athletic builds, like they play sports.
“I’m Jake Wilde,” the lighter haired guy says.
I try not to laugh as I look at Jake. He’s young, attractive and
nothing like Clint Eastwood in Unforgiven.
So much for my speculation about his name.
I notice Jake has papers in his hands. “Maybe we should have a
seat at one of the tables.” He motions to a table closest to us.
“Would you like something to drink?” he asks. Jake has one thing
that Cooper doesn’t. An absolutely killer smile. It’s the kind of smile that
can probably get any girl into bed in a matter of minutes. Well, any girl
except me. I no longer fall for guys with smiles like that. It hurts too much
the next morning when they say they’ll call you, and give you that smile, and
you know they’re lying and you’ll never hear from them again.
“I’ll take some water,” I reply.
Jake actually winks at me before he turns to head towards the bar.
The guy knows how to charm people I’ll give him credit for that.
Book Info-
Title- Wilde One
Series- Old Town Country Romance Series Book #2 (Can be read
out of order)
By- Savannah Young
Genre- Contemporary Romance
Blurb-
THE WILDE ONE is the second novel in the spicy contemporary
romance series about four sexy brothers, their small-town bar and their local
country band. Each novel in the OLD TOWN COUNTRY ROMANCE series can be read as
a STAND ALONE NOVEL or as part of the SERIES.
FOUR WILDE BROTHERS...ONE WILDE COUNTRY BAND
Tucker Wilde joined the United States Army right out of high
school and was injured in Iraq. But more than just his leg was shattered in the
Middle East. The war also crushed his spirit and damaged his soul. When a
strange couple arrives at his family’s bar, Haymakers, Tucker can see signs of
mental and emotional abuse and is immediately drawn to the lovely but fragile
girl seated at his bar.
Gracie Parker has been a victim of abuse her entire life.
When her boyfriend, Dex, beats her in the parking lot of Haymakers and abandons
her, it’s almost too much for the nineteen-year-old to bear. That is until
Tucker appears like a warrior knight from the darkness to save her.
Tucker and Gracie are two broken people who are immediately
drawn together. But their relationship and even their very lives are threatened
by Dex who will stop at nothing to get Gracie back.
If you like your trucks loud, your beer cold and your men
hot...you'll love THE WILDE ONE.
Links-
Amazon Paperback- http://www.amazon.com/Wilde-Town-Country-Romance-Volume/dp/1499101155/ref=tmm_pap_title_0
EXCERPT
“You look different,” Savage says, then downs the last of his pint
of ale.
“Different how?” I prod even though I have an idea what he’s going
to say. I look more normal. Like I fit into society rather than looking like an
outcast.
Savage shrugs. He’s never been a person of many words. We’re like
two peas in a pod that way. Even though he rarely says very much, with just one
sideways glance Savage can have the biggest and meanest guys on the planet
shaking in their cowboy boots.
People say that about me too.
“Do you want another?” I ask, even though I can guess his
response. Savage always orders two pints and drinks them at the far corner of
the bar. There are worse ways of coping with the past than drinking a few beers
every night before he goes home to an empty apartment. I should know. I’m a
master of poor coping skills.
“Hit me,” Savage says.
I pour him another pint and take away the empty.
“You look good.”
I’m surprised by the compliment. I’d never use the word good to describe anything about me. But
I do look better than I have since I got back from Iraq.
“Drink your beer,” I tell him because I’m not in the mood to
explain what’s been going on in my life.
Savage was in Iraq about the same time I was and he’s the closest
thing I’ve got to a friend. I’m not one for relationships. Life is too short
and relationships are too painful. When you get close to someone, you usually
just end up getting hurt.
But like me, Savage isn’t the type of guy who gets too close to
people. The most obvious reason is the way he looks: he’s big and scary. Also
just like me.
Savage and I lift weights together, and in a fight it would be a
close match. Not that either of us would ever start a fight but we would
definitely end one if we had to.
It’s a weeknight and the
bar is almost deserted except for a few of the regulars. That’s why I’m
surprised when I see a couple I don’t recognize walk in and look around. The
guy’s wearing all leather and carrying two helmets, so he’s obviously a biker.
He looks about my height, six feet two inches and he’s big. The girl looks tiny
standing next to him. She’s the definition of the word waif. She looks like a strong wind could pick her up and blow her
away. Not a good thing in Old Town where it’s windy most of the time.
The most interesting thing about her, though, is her coloring.
I’ve never seen someone so fair in my life. I’m the only blond in my family but
I’m not even close to this girl. Her long hair is so light it’s practically
white. And her skin is the color of milk. She looks like a princess who just
stepped out of a fairytale, as corny as that sounds.
I can’t help but notice that she doesn’t look like she wants to be
here. Or maybe she doesn’t want to be with the guy. It’s hard to tell. But she
doesn’t look happy. If anything, she looks scared.
As the couple steps closer to the bar, I can see the girl is
shaking. I’m not sure whether she’s shaking because she’s scared, or because
it’s January and it’s freezing outside and she’s wearing a tiny spring jacket
that barely fits. It almost looks like a jacket for a kid it’s so small on her.
Not that she’s much bigger than a kid herself.
What kind of an asshole wears a thick leather jacket while he lets
his girl freeze? I’m really not liking this guy at all. And when I see him grab
her by the elbow, so roughly she almost comes off the floor, I can feel every
hair on my body stand at attention.
Is it possible to hate a guy I don’t even know?
Dream Cast
Jake Wilde –
Cooper Wilde-
Tucker Wilde-
Hunter Wilde-
Harley Davis-
Riley Smith-
Gracie Parker –
Dex –
My Review: 4 1/2 stars
Ah, Savannah such good things you write. I loved that this book focused on Tucker who is a returned Veteran who had been wounded in action. Tucker is really hard on himself, and had always shied away from attention unlike Jake and Cooper. He's a bit awkward, but he knows what he wants and when to stand up for what's right. The attraction between Tucker and Gracie is fascinating. They both believe themselves to be damaged and not good enough for the other. When I found out about everything that Gracie had been through I wanted to punch a couple people, namely her dad and Dex. I loved the sublety that Savannah used when bringing Gracie and Tucker closer together and how much they were each affected by the other. I absolutely loved what Tucker did for Gracie all the way through the book, even down to the last sacrifice, showing her how much he cared. I also loved how Gracie showed Tucker that she didn't care about his scars, that he was a gorgeous man and opened herself up to him. I loved that Gracie found her way into Harley and Riley's hearts as well as the rest of the Wilde brothers. I can't wait for the next book to come out! I am really loving this series!!
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Thank you Savannah! I loved reading Tucker's story and am looking forward to the next one. :)
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