Book Title: A Wilde Night
Author: Savannah Young
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 2014
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She's an award-winning winning actress and he's an average guy just trying to get by...
Fresh out of police officer training, newbie cop, Hunter Wilde, takes an off-duty gig working special events at the Tawnee Mountain Resort to earn a little extra cash to supplement his public servant's salary.
Katie Lawrence is Hollywood's hottest sweetheart. With her second Oscar win before the age of twenty-five she's all Tinseltown is talking about.
When Katie attends a wedding at the Tawnee Mountain Resort with the notorious bad-boy Olympic gold snowboarder, Devon Black, he's more interested in bedding the bridesmaids than he is in being with Katie.
So Katie tries to find solace in the personal security guard assigned to her by the resort...the reluctant Hunter Wilde. He's not impressed with Katie's stardom and he definitely doesn't want to get involved with a drama queen...but Katie manages to steal his heart when he least expects it.
“What’s going on over there?” I point to a dark-haired girl being mobbed by a small crowd. They’re shoving pieces of paper and pens at her.
Teko laughs. “What are you blind? That’s Katie Lawrence.”
Am I supposed to know who Katie Lawrence is?
Teko’s eyes narrow with suspicion. “She’s America’s Sweet-heart. Don’t tell me you’ve never seen Sky Blues?”
“Okay, I won’t tell you I’ve never seen it,” I fire back.
“Or Chasing Summer?”
“I won’t tell you I haven’t seen that either.”
“Dude, have you been living under a rock? They’re Academy Award winning movies. She’s won two Oscars. Just won best-supporting actress and she was only in the movie like fifteen minutes. Her character died of a drug overdose. It was epic.”
Now I’m the one who’s eying Teko. “And how do you know about these movies? They sound like chick flicks.”
“My girl likes movies. I like to make out in the back of the theater. It’s a win-win deal.”
I watch as Katie Lawrence greets all of her adoring fans. And they are all adoring her. They’re practically falling over each other just to get her to glance in their direction. It actually makes me kind of sick.
It’s not that Katie Lawrence isn’t attractive. She’s cute. But not the kind of girl I’d put on a pedestal or anything. If she wasn’t a big star, and she walked into Haymakers, my family’s bar, on a Friday night, she probably wouldn’t be one of the first girls to get picked up. Don’t get me wrong, she’d be in the top five or six, but she’s definitely not top-spot hot. Katie Lawrence is not drop-dead Sports Illustrated Cover Girl gorgeous. She looks more like the girl-next-door.
Not that the girl who lived next door to us all of our lives, Harley Davis, isn’t Sports Illustrated Cover Girl gorgeous. She most definitely is. But she’s also in love with my oldest brother, so that means she’s off-limits.
I can tell by looking at Katie that she thinks pretty highly of herself. It’s her demeanor, and the way she carries herself. The girl is starting to believe her own publicity.
“Why do you think the resort hired so many of us this week-end?” Teko asks.
Tawnee Mountain Resort has been in business less than a year and it’s already garnered quit a reputation as a hot spot for all the rich and famous from New York. Lucky for me and my buddy, Teko, they like to hire off-duty cops to work security for special events.
I shrug. “I heard there’s some kind of big wedding going on.”
Teko gives me a look like I’m stupid. “Devon Black’s twin brother is getting married. I know you know who Devon Black is.”
“He’s that snowboarder,” I reply off-handedly.
“He’s a four-time Olympic gold medal winner. His twin brother was set to compete against him this past winter, but he injured his knee in the finals. Talk about sibling rivalry.”
Sibling rivalry is something I know a lot about. With three older brothers, it wasn’t something I could easily escape.
“Katie Lawrence is dating Devon Black,” Teko adds, as if I should care about either of these people. “It’s an on-again, off-again saga with those two.”
My gaze narrows. “And just how do you know so much about Katie Lawrence and Devon Black’s romantic life?”
He shrugs. “My girl has a bunch of those celebrity magazines lying all over the apartment.”
“And you just happened to open them up and read them,” I tease.
“I may take them with me into the bathroom when I’ve got a few minutes to kill.”
I shake my head in disbelief. Teko is a six-foot five-inch brick house. He’s part Polynesian, part African American and all muscle. He’s not the kind of guy you’d expect to be reading some girlie celebrity rag.
As Katie Lawrence and her entourage pass by us, I can’t help but notice her sexy little body. She’s wearing a skirt so short and tight it should be illegal. And she’s got on a little crop top that shows off the smallest bit of her milky white midsection.
Maybe she’s a little hotter than I initially gave her credit for.
When I feel my dick twitch in response I remind myself that I’m a cop working security and she’s apparently some superstar.
But that’s just it. When you take away all of the hubbub surrounding her, she doesn’t seem like a movie star to me. She seems more like a slightly sexed up version of the girls I went to high school with.
As I watch her walk by, she actually glances in my direction. Our eyes meet for just a second, but it’s just long enough for me to see right inside her. And when I do, I actually see her gasp. It’s almost as if no one has ever looked that deeply at her and it surprises her. I seem to have made her so uncomfortable, she quickly turns away.
But I know she’ll look back again. I’m willing to bet a week’s salary on it, and for a rookie cop, that’s some hard-earned money. When someone takes your breath away, you can’t help but look back again. It’s a necessity.
Just as I predicted she sneaks another quick glance back at me before she turns the corner. She’s got such a sad expression on her face. It’s almost like she’s living a life that’s not of her own making. Like part of her would rather be in old jeans and a sweatshirt than the designer clothes she’s wearing. It tugs on my heartstrings a bit. Then I remind myself that she’s a superstar, and certainly doesn’t need someone like me to feel sorry for her.
I know this is the third book in the series, but it's just as good as the first two. Savannah has a way of writing that makes her characters just flawed enough to be likeable, and real enough that you care. Hunter is a rare breed of man that just doesn't have time for television and movies, he's got too many other things going on. I found it hilarious that he didn't know who the movie star, Katie, was, but also refreshing. Katie liked that as well. I'm certain that in real-life, some stars feel the same as Katie. Tired of always being in the spotlight, tired of always being "on". Hunter and his wonderful family were able to make Katie feel like a normal girl for the first time in a long time. That was priceless to Katie, but not as priceless as Hunter makes her feel. I enjoyed reading everything that happened to bring Hunter and Katie together, but then was also horrified at what happened after their initial night out. They definitely face some challenges in their relationship, will they make it or is the difference in their lifestyles too much to handle? You've got to read it to find out. It's really worth it. I thought this was a great addition to the series and really can't wait to find out what will happen in the next book.
Romance novelist Savannah Young grew up in rural northwest New Jersey in a place very similar to the fictional Old Town, which is featured in her books. When she's not at her computer creating spicy stories, Savannah is traveling to exotic locales or spending time with her husband and their bloodhounds. Savannah also writes under the pen names Dakota Madison, Sierra Avalon and Ren Monterrey.