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Title: Wylde Fire
Author: Sarah Robinson
Genre: Contemporary
Romance
About Wylde Fire:
Sam Wylde is ready to
prove he’s more than just the privileged son of a wealthy Southern dynasty.
Wyldefire Whiskey is
poised to take Nashville by storm—and with any luck, overshadow the scandal of
his cheating ex-girlfriend marrying his brother. The only problem? This gruff
country boy has no idea how to throw a launch party that will get people
talking.
The answer to everything
might just be Holly Glen.
A party wrapped up in one tiny woman, Holly is tattooed, tempting, and exactly
the event planner Sam needs to liven up his brand—and his life. He can give her
what she needs, too.
All it will take is a ring
on her finger.
Falling in real love with
his fake wife was not part of the plan—but one shot of Holly isn’t going to be
enough.
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Exclusive Excerpt:
"You cannot do
this to me, Cassie," Sam Wylde argued over the speakerphone attached to
his truck's dashboard. He cringed as his Southern drawl came out a little
thicker than usual. Frustration did that to him, and right now it was taking
everything in him to not start cussing.
With
a deft twist of his wrist, he steered his truck into the parking lot next to
Town Hall, cutting off another car with a halfhearted wave of acknowledgement.
He needed to pick up several permits before the city offices closed, leaving no
room for pleasantries.
Damn,
for a Saturday, the lot sure is packed.
He
sighed and forced his attention back to the phone call. "We've got a few
months until the launch of the entire brand. Everything I've done the last two
years is riding on this."
"I'm
really sorry," Cassie, his event planner, said from the other end of the
phone. Or former event planner, apparently. "But I can't
be in two places at once, and neither can my influencers and vendors. We're
booked for that day now."
Teetering
on the brink of exploding, Sam breathed in slowly. "But. You. Signed.
With. Us. First." He ground the words out slow and steady.
"Technically,
I haven't signed an actual contract. I was helping you out as a favor to
Noah," Cassie informed him. "And where I go…so do my
connections."
Sam
needed no reminders that his cousin was a major pain in his ass. There was no
doubt in his mind Cassie quitting on the launch was directly related to Noah
Wylde breaking things off romantically between the two of them yesterday.
Yes, yesterday. Sam was pretty out of touch with the small-town
gossip vine, but even he'd heard about the messy, public break up last night.
Bringing his cousin into the business had been at the not-so-subtle suggestion
of his father and uncle, and Sam had never regretted acquiescing to their demands
more.
Despite
his frustrations with his cousin, Wyldefire Whiskey was still Sam's pride and
joy. He and his cousin, along with a silent partner, Caleb Daughtry, had built
their own distillery from the ground up and begun crafting their own brand of
Tennessee whiskey. The first batch was being bottled now, and, in a few months,
they'd be on liquor store shelves nationwide. He'd hired Cassie to plan their
giant grand opening launch party at a swanky hotel in Nashville, only a short
distance from the distillery—and Sam's hometown—in River Ridge, Tennessee. It
was the last step in a massive public relations campaign for the entire brand.
"There's
no one else in town who does events this large, Cassie. Especially last
minute." He hated begging, but right now, he had no other choice. Cassie
was an extremely well-connected socialite across the South who had come highly
recommended by his PR company. He'd already put thousands of dollars into the
brand's publicity, and a launch party filled with celebrities and social
influencers she'd bring was supposed to be the final piece they needed to make
their whiskey a household name.
"Like
I said, I'm sorry," Cassie continued, zero remorse in her tone. "I'll
make sure you get your check back on Monday. Have a great weekend!"
The
line went dead and Sam slammed his foot against the brake, coming to a dead
stop in the middle of the parking lot. His hands were clenched so tightly
around the wheel, there was a good chance he'd snap it in half.
"Sonofabitch!"
His anger bubbled over, exploding at no one in particular.
Disconnecting
the call, he placed his foot back on the gas and turned into the next aisle of
cars to look for a spot. Pulling his truck past the open spot just enough to
give him room to reverse, he shifted gears and anchored his arm behind the
passenger seat, looking out the rear window.
A
little blue coupe turned into the spot seconds before he could. So quick, he
almost missed it entirely. Are you kidding me?
Sam
shifted into park right in the middle of the aisle. Shoving the door open, he
hopped down from the cab and stomped around the bed of his truck toward the
coupe.
"Hey!"
he shouted at the driver, throwing his hands up in the air. "What the hell
was that? You stole my spot!"
Sam’s
next words jammed in his throat, startled for a moment when the perpetrator, a
tall, slender woman with fiery hair, climbed out of the driver's seat as he
approached. As angry as he was, he was first and foremost, a hot-blooded,
all-American man. It was impossible not to notice her curvy figure as she
crossed her arms over her chest, or the way the sun, just beginning to drift
lower in the late afternoon, illuminated the varying crimson hues in her
scarlet hair. She leveled intensely silver eyes at him.
Sam
pushed away the distracting thoughts, trying to manage his irritation—and
growing arousal. "Darlin, you parked in my spot." He tried for the
nicest tone he could muster, but it still came out sounding terse.
"Looks
like I did." Molten eyes, somehow both angry and intoxicating, stared back
at him, unrelenting.
She's
admitting it? His
anger dissipated slightly, which he realized was a bit odd since the admission
should have infuriated him. Something about her blatant honesty was disarming
and…refreshing? Or maybe it was those soft pink lips that smirked up at the
corners, that had him feeling…forgiving. "Excuse me?"
The
tiniest flash of guilt crossed her expression, but she masked it quickly,
firming her jaw and pushing back her shoulders. The seductive smirk returned.
"I almost crashed when you cut me off pulling into the lot. Maybe if you
were paying a little more attention, rather than yelling at your dashboard, you
wouldn't have nearly killed me, and you wouldn't have lost your spot. Really,
I'm doing you a favor. You can take a few laps around this pretty parking lot
and find your inner Zen."
His
mouth twitched, but he held tight, refusing to let the smile come. "So,
you're…what? The karmic delivery man?"
"Woman,
actually, but…yeah. I guess today I am." A black tank top hugged her gentle
curves and showed off one arm full of colorful tattoos as she reached into the
trunk of her car and pulled out a large cardboard box then set it on the
asphalt. "Someone needs to be."
Her
last words were quieter, as if to herself, but he heard them nonetheless. He
noted the strain and tightness in her tone, and found himself wondering what
the story was behind it.
But
then she bent down. Every coherent thought fled his brain as Sam paused to
admire her blue jeans molded to a firm round ass. Damn. It'd been
too long. Starting a business and having his heart broken all at the same time
will do that to a man.
Forcing
his eyes away, Sam glanced back at his truck, resigning himself to finding
another place to park. He didn't have the time to fight with this woman who was
making his blood heat, in more ways than one. Plus, admittedly, he had cut
her off and not even given it a second thought.
She
kept her back to him, continuing to unload boxes from the trunk of her car.
"Sorry
about cutting you off," Sam grumbled, though he knew she could still hear
him. He didn't like apologies. He rarely gave them, but he felt caught off
guard by her and didn't like it. "I'll let you have the spot this
time."
She
paused slightly while he spoke, but didn't look back at him. "Let me?"
When she did whirl around, her hands were straight down and fists balled.
"Samuel. Jed. Wylde. You didn't let me do anything. I
took that spot to teach you a lesson in manners—something you're sorely
lacking."
Sam
raised a brow, a small smile on his lips despite the tightness in his
chest. She knows me? Shit. Was she a one-night stand he'd
forgotten? Another one of Noah's conquests with a vendetta for the Wylde boys
now? He racked his brain, sweating when he couldn't place her.
"Honestly,
I don't know why I even bothered. You haven't changed one bit." Hands on
her hips now, she was shaking her head in that same disapproving manner he'd
gotten most of his life. He was familiar with disappointing women, and it was
one of the many reasons why he kept most of his relationships to only a night
or two.
Between
the sheets, he never left a woman less than completely satisfied. It was his
life outside the bedroom that seemed to be the problem.
Sam
let his eyes rake over her body—from her cowboy boots to her bright pink lips.
How could he have forgotten those lips? "We've met before?"
She
exhaled sharply, obviously annoyed. "High school."
About the Author:
Aside from being a Top 10
Barnes & Noble and Amazon Bestseller, Sarah Robinson is a native of the
Washington, DC area and has both her Bachelors and Masters Degrees in criminal
psychology. She works as a counselor by day and romance novelist by night. She
owns a small zoo of furry pets and is actively involved in volunteering in her
community.
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