WE ARE EXCITED TO BE SHARING HK JACOBS CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE, WILDE TYPE WITH YOU TODAY.
WILDE TYPE IS THE FIRST BOOK IN THE ALEX WILDE SERIES AND IS OUT NOW!
"He had awoken something in her the first night they met--a rebirth of hope for irrevocable love, a love so powerful that it canceled out the burden of her pain."
Dr. Alexandra Wilde is brilliant, driven, and wholly dedicated to her profession. Caring for critically ill children has taken her across the globe from Mongolia to Haiti to her current assignment in Gaborone, Botswana. Her life is full of excitement, tragedy, and personal sacrifice with little room for anything or anyone else. She has always welcomed any adventure…except for the one wearing the face of billionaire mining heir and international playboy, Ian Devall. He is arrogant, charming, and utterly disenchanted. However, when circumstances thrust him into her life, she is captivated by a glimpse of his deeper character and drawn into a blazing romance. An ensuing path of self-discovery leads her to reopen the wounds of her past, and she must choose between the life she always imagined…or one she
“Did you google me, Dr. Wilde?”
“Maybe…once…but that’s beside the point…I have a question,” she blurted and sucked in a breath as Ian groaned heavily.
“Why was a self-proclaimed selfish jerk appointed the new chair of the Devall foundation, basically the most generous, philanthropic entity on the plant?”
Ian shrugged and lowered his eyes to the bourbon bottle, now half empty. “My dad was trying to teach me a lesson, I think.”
“And what lesson was that?”
“That there are experiences….and people that could make me a better human.” Alex could feel his eyes on her. She glanced up to see them smoldering with the rampant blue flame that was now comfortably familiar to her. She felt the heat emanating from them, and it scorched her.
“Got it,” she said triumphantly as the thorn slid free from Ian’s palm, and he emitted a painful yelp.
“Thank you,” he breathed.
“Don’t mention it,” she said, a bit breathless, and then grabbed the bottle of bourbon to take a well-deserved, lengthy sip.
As Alex applied a dressing and some antibiotic ointment, Ian slumped onto her cot, the half-empty bottle of bourbon nestled in his lap like a child’s treasured toy. “I think,” he said with conviction, “that it’s my turn to ask a few questions. It’s only fair.” He flashed her a sidelong grin that demonstrated his level of inebriation. Alex raised her hand in protest but then acquiesced.
“Fine. Be my guest.”
“What are you doing in Botswana?”
“Pediatric ICU development, which is part of my fellowship training research project,” she answered smoothly.
“Oh…where are you training?”
“Philadelphia—I’ve been there two years and have about a year left to go. I’ll be going back at the end of May.”
“Where is home?”
“Texas—a small town near the coast.”
“Your family is there?”
“My mom lives there.” Feeling nervous by the conversation’s proximity to details she would not be willing to divulge, she hurriedly added, “I should probably go to bed. Doctors are taught sleep while they can…”
Alex rose from the cot, and Ian followed her example, abandoning the bottle of bourbon and standing directly opposite her in the center of the tent. Her entire body tingled with awareness as she noticed every intimate detail of his physical form—his tongue tracing his bottom lip, the subtle V of his sweater showing off a few dark chest hairs, and mostly his incinerating gaze that radiated desire.
“I just have one more question.” He enunciated each word individually, taking steps toward Alex until he had her backed up into a corner of the tent, arms limp at her sides and her heart pounding a frantic gallop. “What are you looking for, Alexandra?” His voice was low, seductive.
“You.”
The word escaped her mouth before she could stop herself. In a microsecond, his lips were on hers, warm and definitive. He cupped her face at first, molding his lips to hers with the taste of bourbon and recklessness. Her lips moved of their own accord, catching fire as they explored one another. When their kiss deepened, he filled his hands full of her dark, silky hair, and Alex surged with an uncharted desire. She melded into his body, her hands reaching out to steady herself on his shoulders and pull her body even closer to his. He retreated from her mouth then and turned his attention to her face and neck, planting full luxurious kisses all the way from her jawline down her neck to her exposed collarbone. She could feel his heart pounding through his shirt…or maybe it was hers…and moved her hands around his neck to embed her fingers in his hair.
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