Book Title: Wilde Times
Author: Savannah Young
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
WILDE TIMES is the fourth and final novel in the
spicy contemporary romance series about four sexy brothers, their small-town
bar and their local country band. WILDE TIMES can be read as a STAND ALONE
NOVEL or as part of the SERIES.
In high school, Jake Wilde was the star football
player, who led his team to win the state championship. Now ten years later
he’s the manger of his family’s bar, Haymakers, but the residents of rural Old
Town still talk about his glory days in high school.
Harley Davis was always the
girl-next-door…literally. Her family was neighbors with the Wilde family and
the Wilde boys treated her like the little sister they never had. But Harley
spent her adolescence dreaming that she’d one day be Jake Wilde’s girl.
She never anticipated that she’d be one of the many
girls Jake sleeps with. It breaks Harley’s heart a little bit more every time
Jake hooks up with someone other than her, which happens on a regular basis.
How much longer will Harley believe that having even
a small piece of Jake is better than having no Jake at all?
“That’s some ring,” I state
loudly enough to get the woman’s attention.
She flashes the huge solitaire
diamond in my face. “Thanks.”
Why is everyone around me
suddenly getting married? It’s really starting to piss me off.
The woman looks a few years older
than me, maybe in her mid-twenties. She’s sitting at the bar with two other
young women who look like they could be her sisters. She looks vaguely
familiar. We probably attended Old Town High together. I didn’t exactly pay
attention to the girls who were older than me. Not that I paid much attention
to the girls who were in my own grade either. We were more of a mutual hate
society.
Right now it’s slow at Haymakers,
the bar that the Wilde brothers own. It’s been in their family for generations,
and to this day it’s the only bar in Old Town.
I’m now the only person who works
here who isn’t a blood relation, or soon to be related by marriage.
“Celebrating?” I ask.
She shoves the ring in my face.
“I just got engaged.” She is all smiles.
“Congratulations. What can I get
you?”
“Is Jake around?” She scans the
nearly empty bar. It’s not even four in the afternoon yet. The place won’t
pick-up for at least another hour.
“He’s in the back room.” I have
no idea what she wants with Jake. She doesn’t look like the type who he usually
hooks up with. She’s much too prim and proper. She looks more like someone
Cooper would go for.
But he’s engaged too. The best
ones are always taken
The woman’s eyes narrow and she
says, “I really wanted to share my good news with him.”
It looks to me like she wants to
shove the ring in his face and I have an idea why. Jake has a reputation for
humping and dumping and she was probably one of his casualties. What she
doesn’t realize is that even if being with him meant the world to her, chances
are it most likely meant nothing to him. He probably won’t even remember
sticking his dick in her. And I can guarantee he won’t remember her name.
“He’ll probably be out a little
later,” I say. “If you want to stick around.”
The woman gives me a huge grin.
“Oh, I’m going to stick around. Thanks.”
“Can I get you something to drink
while you’re waiting?”
“We’ll have three beers,” the
woman says. “Whatever you have on draft.”
“Budweiser okay?”
The three women all nod. They
don’t look like heavy drinkers. I’m willing to bet they’re two-drink-max kind
of girls. There are three types of females who normally come into Haymakers.
The regulars: most of them are older folks, my parents’ age or older, who’ve
been coming to the bar for years. They usually have a few beers while they eat
lunch or dinner. Then there are the packs: groups of girls who come in the
celebrate weddings or sometimes even divorces. They’re usually
two-drink-maxers, especially if they’re with a group of girls from work. Then
there are the girls who come in to get drunk and laid. They’re usually in
pairs, or sometimes trios. They usually drink until they get loaded enough for
any guy in the bar to look good enough to screw.
After they finish their beers the
women are a lot chattier than when they entered the place.
“Another round?” I ask.
The woman frowns. “I was hoping
Jake would be around by now.”
Me too, I think, because I can’t
wait to see what this woman has to say to him. I’m pretty sure that whatever it
is, it’ll be a show.
The woman leans down close to me
and whispers, “He took my virginity.”
I can’t help but smile. “Join the
club.”
She points a swaying finger at
me. “You too?”
I nod.
She gives me a puzzled look.
“Were you twelve?”
“Nineteen,” I admit, but I’m not
sure why. I’ve never actually told anyone I was a virgin until I was an adult
and that I lost my virginity to a man-whore who didn’t even know it was my
first time. But I feel insulted by her insinuations that I look like a slut.
“You were nineteen?” She sounds
like she doesn’t believe me.
I place my hands on my hips and
stare at her. “Why is that so hard to believe?”
She opens her mouth, but no words
come out. Then she stammers a few times with some, “Well, ums.”
“You’re kind of dressed a little
provocatively,” her friend says.
I lean in so the three women will
hear me. “Did you see a brand new Mustang convertible in the parking lot when
you came in?”
“The cherry red one?” the friend
asks.
I nod.
“We saw it,” the woman says.
“I work in a bar. I was able to
buy that car because I dress like this. Big tits and a tight ass earn large
tips.”
The women are all staring at me
with eyes as wide as pie plates.
“Did someone say big tits and a
tight ass?” a man’s voice booms.
All of us turn at the same time
to see Jake Wilde approach. He’s almost thirty, but he’s still got the good
looks and charm of the guy who everyone adored in high school. He was the star
football player and the most popular guy on campus. All the guys wanted to be
him and all the girls wanted to date him, including me. People at Old Town High
still talk about Jake Wilde even more than ten years after he graduated. Of
course I was just a kid when Jake was in high school. He treated me more like
the pesky little girl next door until I finally graduated and started working
at Haymakers.
After their parents died and left
them the family bar, the Wilde boys voted to have Jake manage the place. He’s
good at getting people into Haymakers and making sure they have a good time.
Unfortunately he’s not quite as good at the day-to-day operations, like
bookkeeping and accounting. Fortunately, Cooper is a Wall Street financial wiz
and has gotten Jake out of jams on more than a few occasions.
I’d help him, if he asked, but he
never has. I was a straight A student in high school and even got full
scholarships to several Ivy League universities. Math was my best subject. And
I’m a wiz with computers. I could easily handle the books. But the only thing
Jake sees me as is a waitress and his personal plaything that he can use when
he wants to scratch a certain itch. I know I shouldn’t let him use me, but he’s
the only man I’ve ever loved. I’ve been in love with him since I was a kid, and
I can’t imagine ever being with anyone else. So having a piece of Jake, when he
feels like screwing me, is better than having no Jake at all.
5 stars
What a finale for this series. The one story that continued throughout all four books in the series - Harley and Jake. These two were something else, that's for sure. I liked Harley since the first book, and never could understand why she let herself be treated the way she was by Jake. I get it a lot better now. Jake, he's a great guy, always looking for the next best thing - missing the diamond he's got in front of him. Sometimes, I just wanted to smack both of them upside the head. I'm not saying anything else, except that this was a fantastic ending!! I wasn't expecting a few things that happened, but it was all good. Savannah knew what she was doing, and as always had me from the start to the finish of the book. I can't wait to see what she writes next. This was an awesome series.
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.
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