Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 97185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Read Online Books/Novels: | Wilde Fire (Forever Wilde #3) |
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Author/Writer of Book/Novel: | Lucy Lennox |
| Language: | English |
| ISBN/ ASIN: | B07BK95ZWC |
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Otto: Seth Walker was my first love and I always swore he’d be my last. Even after he moved away our senior year in high school, we vowed to reunite after graduation. But when he suddenly broke things off without explanation and crushed my heart, it was my turn to run. After a decade in the navy, I’ve finally come home ready to move on with my life as Hobie’s newest firefighter. Unfortunately, the minute I set eyes on the new sheriff in town, I know I’m screwed. Hobie’s top cop is none other than Seth Walker. Turns out, he’s come home too. And hell if he doesn’t have a lot of explaining to do. Walker: I thought I was doing the right thing when I walked away from Otto Wilde ten years ago without an explanation. I was wrong. I also thought I could come back home without having to face my past mistakes. I was wrong about that too. What I’m not wrong about: The fact that my heart catches fire every time I set eyes on the sexy man. The fact that I can’t imagine my life without him. The fact that things are still just as complicated now as they were then. And the fact that I have a lot of work ahead of me if I expect to win him back. Just when things start heating up between us again, a serial arsonist strikes and suspicion falls close to home. I already lost Otto to a secret long ago but I’ll be damned if I let another threaten to send our future up in smoke. Because Otto Wilde is mine, and I don't plan on ever letting him go again. Each novel in the Forever Wilde series can be read on its own or as part of the series. Fair warning, there will be nekkid man parts touching, meddling patriarchs, sweet second-chance love themes, and a dearly departed donkey named Debbie Gibson. | |
| Books in Series: | Forever Wilde Series by Lucy Lennox |
| Books by Author: | Lucy Lennox Books |
Prologue
Otto - Almost Ten Years Ago
“That’s a mighty fine cock you got there, boy.”
The voice, as familiar as my own heartbeat, washed over me. I closed my eyes for a brief moment and let out a breath I felt like I’d been holding all summer.
Walker was back.
“Round these parts, we call them roosters, shithead,” I said with a grin, turning from my spot at the fence to see my very best friend in the world sauntering lazily toward me down the dirt drive. Long, skinny legs were wrapped in worn blue jeans, and a faded Hobie 4-H T-shirt was snug enough to show off his rounded shoulders and narrow waist. The late August sun beat down on his golden skin, making him look even more like a mini-god than he already did.
“Now that I’ve seen your cock, you gonna show me that fine ass I know you’re hiding around here somewhere?”
There was a sparkle in his blue eyes, and I noticed he’d grown another inch, maybe two, since I’d seen him last. The guy had been slow to grow, but he was finally getting taller and more muscular with each passing month it seemed. Now that we were both eighteen, I wondered if he was ever going to come close to catching up with me when it seemed I might just keep growing forever.
“Debbie Gibson finally bit the dust,” I said with a laugh. “Sassy is trying to get Grandpa to buy her a mule to replace the old bitch. In the meantime, no ass.”
I waited, butt leaning against the fence and arms crossed in front of my chest, for him to come to me. Every nerve jangled under my skin, and my heart thundered in my chest. I was afraid if I took one step toward him, I’d lose my composure and fling myself at the guy with a guttural sob.
As Walker got closer, I saw the crooked eyetooth of his lazy grin. I noticed the familiar cowlick that sent his white-blond hair flipping the wrong way above his left ear. But as he came near, I also saw the telltale signs that all was not as easy and happy as it seemed with my best friend.
Faint worry lines etched his young forehead, and there was the faintest wobble to his chin.
“Seth?” I whispered as he got closer.
“Fuck,” he croaked. “Fuck, I missed you, Otto.”
We were Walker and Wilde. Neither of us used first names unless something was terribly wrong, and the sound of it on his voice nearly dropped me to my knees.
I uncrossed my arms and held them open as I stumbled toward him. His body crashed into mine, and our arms went around each other as tight as barrel bands.
“Oh god,” I groaned into the side of his neck, inhaling his scent like a drowning man taking his last desperate breath. “Thank fucking god you’re back.”
We held each other like that for long minutes; the entire lengths of our teenaged bodies pressed up against each other as if maybe, if we were lucky, we could just crawl inside of each other and become one person.
I sent up a prayer of gratitude for Walker’s safe return from a summer spent at his grandparents’ house, and thought I might never survive another absence of his again.
But then that fucker opened his mouth and broke my heart with three little words.
“We’re moving away.”
Part I
Reigniting old flames
Chapter 1
Walker - Almost Ten Years Later
Dear Walker,
Well, today sucked donkey balls. First day of senior year and where the fuck are you? Goddamned Minnesota, that’s where. I’ll have you know I had to sit next to Carrie-Anne in AP History, and she was wearing so much perfume I almost hurled. How in the world did we ever go for that?
Shit. Gotta go. Coach is starting practice. It’s hot as fuck here. Wish I had your sweaty ass to maul after practice. I’m horny as fuck without you here.
Miss you, jackass.
Wilde
Otto Wilde is back in Hobie.
All I could do was repeat that sentence in my head over and over again.
Otto Wilde is back in Hobie.
Nerves coiled in my gut as I returned to the sheriff’s office after lunch with my dad. He’d heard it from Liddy at the insurance office, who’d heard it from Cheryl at the supermarket, who’d talked to Doc Wilde at Sugar Britches, who, of course, knew where his own grandson was.
Ten years. Ten years since I’d last seen the other half of myself, the boy I’d loved since I was eight years old and had fallen into the pond between our properties. I’d been fishing alone which was, of course, against the rules. As soon as I’d gotten sleepy out there in the sun, I’d let a stupid fish yank me right into the drink. The next thing I knew a pair of arms was around my waist pulling me up onto the grassy, muddy bank.