This week, I’m so thrilled to be releasing the first book in my new WALK ON THE WILD SIDE series—three simultaneous erotic romances that all happen in the beautiful setting of Colorado’s Wild Mountain National Park during an independent film shoot with two of Hollywood’s sexiest stars.
The stars will get their story soon, in WILD FIRE, but first the filmmakers have their (literal) day in the sun in WILD AT HEART:
Cinematographer Nick Turner has desperately wanted independent film director Amber Wakeling for years, but he absolutely forbids himself to touch her. Their work together is the one thing that makes this notorious Hollywood Bad Boy feel like he has a soul. He’s just not wired for commitment, and he won’t risk his artistic bond with Amber for a few nights of even the most mind-blowing sex.
A new shoot on Colorado’s beautiful Wild Mountain, though, strains Nick’s resolve to the breaking point. Somehow in this lush, unspoiled setting, the rules of civilized life don’t seem to apply. When normally straight-laced Amber makes a sudden move on him, Nick is lost to desire.
But will stepping off the safe path lead to heartbreak for both of them, or will Nick discover he’s capable of something he’s always thought impossible—real and lasting love?
WILD AT HEART officially releases this Thursday, September 17. You can pre-order it for just 99 cents until then at Amazon.
I’ve got a little excerpt for you right here, in which Amber turns the tables on Nick, and comes on to him out of the blue. His carefully-honed defenses don’t stand a chance once he feels her skin on his:
“I don’t want to talk,” she said, and just like that, she grabbed the hem of her shirt and yanked it up over her head. She stood before him in shorts and a pink lace bra, with pure invitation—and a heartbreaking look of insecurity—in her eyes.
Nick heaved a deep breath, and he was lost.
A sheen of sweat made Amber’s breasts seem rounder and fuller than ever, and the dusky shadows of her nipples peaked through the pink lace of her bra. Her beautiful blonde hair shimmered across her shoulders, swaying lightly in the early summer breeze, stroking over her skin the way Nick’s fingers ached to.
And then she reached around behind her and released the hooks; the bra slid to the grass, and he could see the rosy peaks of her nipples bare in the sunshine, looking like wildberries ripe for his mouth.
He couldn’t think straight anymore. He’d wanted this so damn long.
In one swift move, he peeled off his own t-shirt and dropped it in the tall grass. Then with a lunge he had Amber in his arms, pressed tight up against him—her bare breasts against his chest, her belly warm and yielding against the surging of his cock. It was what he’d fantasized about for so many years, and so much better than his fantasy: her soft mouth crushed beneath his, his tongue probing against hers, her moans filling his ears, the silky skin of her back naked under his hands.
And he could hardly decide where to touch her next, where to taste her.
Her hands went everywhere on him. She stroked his shoulders, his chest, his abdomen, making his muscles seem to swell and strain wherever she touched him.
They pulled off their hiking boots and fumbled with the buttons and zippers of one another’s shorts, hands trembling and clumsy and desperate in the need to get every barrier out of the way.
He got her fly open, then made himself take his time easing the fabric away from her hips, feeling the soft silky swell of them, the utter femininity. He relished every inch of her curves as he slipped his thumbs beneath the elastic of her pink lace panties and tugged them loose. She gave a wriggle, and the last of her clothing slipped free, and she stepped out of them, utterly bare to him, utterly beautiful.
Their mouths were still mutually devouring, tongues playing, teeth giving little nips. Her long, strong fingers were inside his boxers now, and she’d filled her palm with his balls. He was groaning loud, thrusting against her. He didn’t care—there was no one around to hear them, and he felt as free and wild as any creature in these woods.
He ran his hands down the mounds of her ass, gripping and kneading the firm, hot flesh. He had to get his mouth on her breasts now, and tore his lips from hers. He fitted his mouth to one of her perfect breasts, and suckled her; the taste of her was sweet, the heat of her seemed to blast the top of his head off. She moaned and arched her back, offering him everything. He moved to the other breast, laving it, feeling as if he were worshipping a pagan goddess.
Amber was worthy of worship, utterly worthy. Louis had never been good enough to touch her.
Nick wasn’t good enough to touch her either, but it was too late to think about that now.
They were both panting, frantic, but then the hand she had stroking his balls moved to his cock; she seized his shaft, her fingers not able to close fully around him, even when she squeezed him tight. “Oh, God, Nick—oh, God!” she moaned.
He wanted her hand to move, to stroke him, but she’d gone almost boneless in his arms. He’d slipped his own hand between her legs and was sliding his fingers against the slick flesh there. He parted her with just his fingertips to spread her incredible hot wetness up higher, back to the tight nub that made her gasp and jolt when his fingers flicked against it.
With a groan, she spread her legs farther for him, her free arm clutching his neck as though she couldn’t support herself any longer, and he stroked between her legs, fueling her desires, and drew long shuddering moans from her that were sweeter than any other sound he’d ever heard.