Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23241 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23241 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
I practically raised my five younger brothers after our parents died in a tragic accident. It wasn’t easy but we somehow managed to survive.
When my youngest brother reached adulthood, I packed my bags and headed out to find greener pastures.
I ended up in Silver Spoon Falls, Texas. It didn’t take me long to settle in and realize my life long dream of owning my own brewery.
Life is good -- but I’m still restless. Like something vital is missing.
I discover exactly what I’ve been missing in a small Houston bar when a gorgeous raven haired beauty strokes in and steals my heart. To my surprise, the much younger, gorgeous little spitfire agrees to leave with me and the rest is history.
Sorta.
I woke up after our wild night ready to hand her my heart on a silver platter but she had other plans.
Radley Reed
During our long tour, I discovered that I’m not cut out to be the drummer in a rock band and decided to do something about it.
I’m in Houston negotiating a new path in life when I wander into a packed Houston bar alone hoping to unwind. I’m about to turn around and get the heck out of here when I notice the smoking hot cowboy at the end of the bar.
When he wakes up something deep inside me, I push my worries to the back of mind and agree to leave with him before I’m able to think better of it.
The next morning my impulsive act comes back to bite me in the rear when I notice his gorgeous tattoo and realize I’ve seen it somewhere before.
After a little snooping, I’ve just complicated my life even further by spending the night with my lead singer’s oldest brother. Oof.
Luckily, Owen Wild sleeps like the dead and I’m able to sneak out before he wakes up.
The oldest Wild brother has his work cut out for himself if he wants to win over his curvy soulmate but he’ll do whatever it takes to make Radley his because living without his little spitfire just isn’t an option.
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"Wild Night" is the sixth book in the multi-author collaborative series, The Wild Brothers.
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CHAPTER ONE
owen
I push open the heavy, wooden double-door and tip my chin at the linebacker posing as a bouncer. He gives me a once-over and steps back to let me enter the packed bar.
As I walk past a group of falling-down drunk assholes, I question my sanity for coming to the busy bar instead of driving straight home after my meeting. I’m not sure what possessed me to do this, but I’m blaming the unsettled feeling that’s been plaguing me for the last few months.
I glance around, finding the dim place packed wall-to-wall with people enjoying their Friday night.
My plan to have a relaxing night out where no one knows me takes a nosedive when my eyes land on a stunning creature sitting alone in the last booth on the back wall. My heart races in my chest as the urge to throw her over my shoulder and get the fuck out of here slams through me.
I tell myself to turn around and get the fuck out of here before things get out of control, but I’m unable to do it. It’s like the stunning beauty has an invisible hold on me that I have no hope of fighting.
I’m powerless to stop myself as I make my way through the crowded bar, heading straight for her. What the fuck is happening to me? Has the stress of the last few months finally caused me to crack?
Her stunning ice-blue eyes widen as I stop next to her table. “Is this seat taken?” I internally wince as I point at the empty seat across from her.
She stares up at me with a raised raven eyebrow. “Does it look like someone is sitting there?” Her long, curly, raven hair falls over her generous tits, and my eyes are drawn to the vein pounding furiously at the base of her throat.
Her sassy response causes my cock to turn to stone in my jeans as the adorable spitfire steals my goddamn heart right out of my chest. I feel sweat break out along my spine as she picks up her glass and runs her pink tongue around the salty rim.
I take several deep breaths, trying to calm myself, but it’s useless. The crowded bar and loud music disappear around us as I stare down at my fucking soulmate.
Goddamnit. I can’t believe this is happening to me. Just a day or so ago, I’d convinced myself that I was happy with my life the way it is, and then I walked into this bar and found her.
“I’m going to assume it’s available.” I sit across from her and signal the waitress, needing a strong fucking drink. “Bad day?” She has two distinct creases running down the center of her forehead and a frown marring her gorgeous lips.
“The worst,” she grumbles before taking a healthy swig of her drink.
The middle-aged waitress steps next to the table. “What can I get you?”
“I’ll have a whiskey neat,” I tell her before turning back to the sassy girl sitting across from me. “Would you like a refill?”
She glances up at the waitress. “Make mine a double, please.”
Once the waitress walks away, I turn back to my girl, intending to introduce myself. “I’m Owen…” but she holds up her hand, interrupting me.
“I’m not interested in your name.” Ouch. That cuts right to my soul. I finally find a woman who appeals to me, and she wants nothing to do with me.
“I definitely want to know yours.” I plan to find out every fucking thing there is to know about the woman who just stole my goddamn heart.
She’s the most fucking stunning vision I've ever seen. Long raven curls surround her adorable heart-shaped face. I’ve never seen such clear ice-blue eyes like hers before. It’s almost like they can see right into the center of my soul. She’s sitting down so I can’t tell how tall she is, but I’m betting she isn’t much over five feet.
“We can’t always have what we want.” She smirks and downs the rest of her drink. I watch her slender throat moving up and down while the urge to leave my mark at the base of her sweet neck blasts through me.
This girl is testing my control and I fucking love it. Having someone finally stand up to me seems to rev my goddamn engine. “Are you always this argumentative?”
“It’s one of my greatest talents.” She smiles at me, and my sappy ass eats that shit up. When she sits back in the booth, I get a good look at her generous curves and feel my cock growing impossibly harder.
Fuck me. “What are some of your other talents?” I can see she’s going to make this difficult, but I don’t care. I’ll find out all there is to know about my girl one way or another.
“I don’t share my talents with strangers.”