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Evangeline du Maurier is the definition of a good girl. Attending Yale, raised with the best tutors and etiquette instructors, she’s expected to toe the family line and be a trophy wife for a future senator. But when this good girl takes a quick getaway to clear her head, she finds a whole lot more than she’d bargained for. She finds herself in the arms of a bad boy.

Baxter Badd.

Big, hard-drinking, and as rough and demanding in bed as he is out of it, Bax may be the baddest brother yet…


Click here to download GOOD GIRL GONE BADD now!


Sales, audio updates, upcoming releases, and events… OH MY!

BADD MOTHERF*CKER is on sale for the first time ever for only 99 cents at all retailers! Make sure to tell yo mama, friends, and anyone else you love that the book that launched the bestselling series is on sale now for a limited time. We don’t want anyone to miss out on Sebastian Badd!

We are also uploading BADD ASS and BADD TO THE BONE for audio right now and hope that Audible will have them up for you soon. I just finished listening, and I can’t wait for you to hear them too! Thanks so much for being patient as we got these books produced for you this summer; it will be worth the wait, I promise!

We are currently working on book two of THE ONE series and hope to have that published late summer or early fall. We really love this trilogy and hope you will too.

Lastly, we are working hard on our travel schedule for 2017-18. We can’t wait to see you! Make sure to stay updated on where we will be when on our website: 

We hope to bring the WILDER SANDWICH your way soon.

We can’t thank you enough for the support of our books. Happy reading and have a good weekend.

Peace, love, and ponies!

Jasinda and Jack too!

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Get your tissues ready!

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“THE LONG WAY HOME is beautifully stunning, haunting perfection. You will think about this story long after you turn the last page.”  ~Courtney Cole, New York Times bestselling author

“All I can say go read this book. It was breathtaking, devastatingly beautiful and heartfelt”.  ~ FOUR CHICKS FLIPPING PAGES

“I was completely absorbed in Ava and Christian and I felt every raw and emotional moment. I was gasping at the end of the book wanting more. Jasinda Wilder never fails to amaze me. 5 brilliant stars!” ~ Stacy, Goodreads review

I need you, Ava.

I am desperate. For you. For touch. For a kiss. For the scrape of your hand down my stomach. For the slide of your lips across my hipbone. The sweep of your thigh against mine in the dulcet, drowning darkness. For the warm huff of your breath on my skin and the wet suck of your mouth around me and the building pressure of need reaching release…I am mad with need.

Wild with it.

I cannot have you. I have lost you, as I have lost myself.

And so I go in search. Of myself, and thus the man who might return to you, and take you in his arms.

I loathe each of the thousands of miles between us, but I cannot wish them away, for I hope at the end of my journey I shall find you. Or rather, find myself, and thus…you. Myself, and thus us.

I am taking the long way home, Ava.

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Make sure you have the next BADD Brothers book pre-ordered exclusive from iBooks. The next hot BADD is coming your way on August 4th!
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We love you,

Jack and I just want to say thank you for reading THE LONG WAY HOME. If you loved our emotional stories like FALLING INTO YOU, YOURS, and the EVER TRILOGY we know you are going to love this one. Yes, it does still have the hot and breathless moments you’ve come to expect from a Wilder novel but it also has the real life, emotion that so many of you also crave in a great love story. We really hope you enjoy it. Please remember to tag us and email us your thoughts and reviews. We love hearing from our readers. Hope you are all having a wonderful summer. We think this book pairs perfectly with a cold drink and a day at the beach. All of our love,

Jasinda and Jack too!

Have you been a Badd girl?

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“The Badd Brothers are hot, sexy and pure Alpha.”

“I fell so hard in love with this couple. I honestly couldn’t get enough…I’m so stoked for the next book!” 

“I never wanted to leave the Badd Brothers world. I have fallen in love with each one of them and I can’t wait to get my hands on all of the others!”
Brock Badd is everything except bad. He’s sexy, sweet, strong, and every other good thing I never thought I wanted in a man. I always thought I needed the real bad boys, the ones that screw you senseless and pull your hair and aren’t there to talk about it in the morning.

I’ve always been a one-night stand kind of girl, and sometimes I wouldn’t even stick around for a full night. Brock was supposed to be a one-night stand—that’s how it started out, at least. Only, what was supposed to be a fun one-time-only hookup with a hot local guy ended up with me discovering Brock’s potency six different ways by breakfast. 

That was all it took. One night with Brock, and I was hooked. But hooked doesn’t mean ready for a relationship. 

That’s what he wants. And deep down, I’m starting to fear that’s what I want too. 

I’m just not sure I’m ready for it. 

I mean, he’s the literal epitome of tall, dark, and handsome, plus he’s a pilot…with a six-pack and perfect hair and a smile to melt me from the inside out. How’s a girl supposed to resist that? I couldn’t. I can’t. I’ve tried, but I keep going back for more. 

I’ve got it bad, real BADD.

***Just click on the graphic above or HERE to purchase BADD TO THE BONE at your favorite ebook retailer***



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Hey friends, 

I can’t believe summer is just around the corner, can you? Jack and I just got back from an awesome reader event in Lexington, KY and it was so great to see our readers again after almost a full year of being home with the kids. We absolutely LOVE to sign books and give lots of Wilder Sandwich hugs. Thanks to everyone who came out to see us. We hope to see even more friends when we travel to Nashville, TN for Utopia at the end of June. We can’t wait!

We also have some big surprises coming your way this summer. Jack and I are working on a new book called THE LONG WAY HOME, the first in an all-new steamy contemporary romance series similar to FALLING INTO YOU. We have some more sexy BADD BROTHERS coming your way too! (We might even have snuck a few of those up on preorder at iBooks already). We also have books 2 and 3 of the BADD series in audiobook production for release this summer. We hope to keep you busy with lots of hot summer reads, whether you have earbuds in your ears at work or have your ereader chilling at the pool. We have so much excitement coming your way and you won’t want to miss any of it.

As always thanks so much for reading! 
Peace, love, and ponies!

Jasinda and Jack too!

Happy Friday!

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PUCK is LIVE at all retailers!



Click on your favorite ebook retailer below to purchase.


 “Honey, Puck isn’t anyone’s type,” she told me. “You don’t go looking for guys like Puck. They find you, and somehow, you’re never quite able to walk away after that.”




Enjoy this EXCLUSIVE, free book from my friend New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author A.L. Jackson!

Just click HERE to download A STONE IN THE SEA!

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Don’t miss out on other great free books and giveaways this week HERE! You could win one of 60 great bestselling romances and a Kindle Fire!

I’m also teaming up with some of my favorite authors to giveaway an ipad and even more amazing reads!
✥ An iPad mini, (1) of (2) $50 iTunes gift cards

✥ A monthly iBooks newsletter with 36 ebooks given away each month

✥ A Facebook page updated daily with all of the latest iBooks news for you.


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Jack and I hope you have an amazing weekend!

Spring has sprung!

Have a great one, as always, and thanks for your support. Happy reading!

Love, coffee, and ponies,
Jasinda and Jack too!

What if 99 pennies could change your life? 😯

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For a limited time only BIG GIRLS DO IT RUNNING, my bestselling non-fiction about getting healthy, is only 99 cents. Please note, that no running is required! Tell your friends and family that now is the time to take charge of our health by moving and losing. We’ve even updated the website to include more food photos and printable graphics for the Wilder Way plan.

BIG GIRLS DO IT RUNNING contains everything you need to succeed in achieving your goals and become a fit and fabulous health warrior: tear-out shopping lists, easy menu plans, delicious recipes, and simple, effective workouts.

Just one-click at your favorite e-book retailer below.


“Life-changing, motivating, challenging, and brilliantly simple.” Colleen Hoover, New York Times bestselling author
“I challenge you to read this book and not feel inspired. It can’t be done.”  Courtney Cole, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author
Hurry! Priced at 99 cents for a limited time only! 
Other important notes from the desks of Jack and Jasinda:

~After a very long delay the audio book for YOURS is now available! You can get it on:

AMAZON HEREiTunes HERE, and Audible HERE.

~Jack and I are also part of an epic fantasy ebook and Kindle Fire giveaway happening now until the 27th! Just click HERE to enter. I promise it’s easy to do!

~Last, but certainly, not least I am offering FOREVER & ALWAYS free this month through Instafreebie. If you’ve never read that one and are in the mood for a story of childhood love, pain, and redemption, you can click HERE to download.

Hope you are having a wonderful week!

Peace, love, and ponies.

Jasinda and Jack too!

Will you get stronger with me?

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New York Times bestselling author Jasinda Wilder is back with the highly-anticipated sequel to Big Girls Do It Running. In this book, Jasinda expands on the life-changing Wilder Way, showing you how to take the lessons and tactics learned in the first book and create a life of strength. Including all new recipes, beginner, intermediate, and advanced workout routines, and eating plans, Wilder Way 2.0 is designed to help you continue shedding pounds and inches while increasing your muscles mass.

Can’t do a single pushup? Think working out is for muscle-bound macho men and stick-thin fitness models? Think you have to hire an expensive personal trainer and spend hours in the gym every single day just to get fit? Think again!

If you read Big Girls Do It Running and participated in the Wilder Way eight-week challenge along with thousands of other health-seekers, then you went from couch to 5k, went from the on-again/off-again diet cycle to living a lifestyle of positive, delicious nutrition and fun, consistent movement. In Big Girls Do It Stronger, Jasinda Wilder builds on those lessons and shows you how to incorporate strength training into your daily routine, whether you’ve never done a single pushup or are a card-carrying member of the gym.

Filled with more practical advice, humorous anecdotes as only Jasinda can tell them, and life-altering real talk, Big Girls Do it Stronger has everything you need to find your strong.

What are you waiting for? Open the book and let’s get fit!


The Wilder Way has changed my life in too many ways to count. I have lost 50 pounds by following the Wilder Way. I have a ton of energy and my self-confidence is through the roof. My family is eating healthier foods and really enjoying them. My mom, dad, and several of my co-workers and friends are all eating The Wilder Way and are seeing huge results in weight loss and are just feeling better. The Wilder Way just makes sense and is very easy to follow which is why it works. ~Kelley JMay 2016 is when my life changed forever. I grabbed a copy of Big Girls Do It Running, and I decided to give the program a try. I joined the Facebook group, and I thought I’d see what could happen. I was worried my husband wouldn’t be on board, but he shocked me when he said he was all for the changes and to make the changes we needed to. Over the next eight weeks I found that I was sleeping better, I felt better, and the Coke I didn’t think I could ever give up was just a distant thought.

Big Girls Do It Running helped me have the courage to say “I CAN DO THIS!” I have struggled with my weight since my son was born in 2001. I weighed 204 pounds when I started the 8-week challenge…Through this journey I have also learned to LOVE ME. I am so proud of myself for all the work I’ve put in. I have lost 40 pounds and 9 inches off my waist since I began this journey to a healthier me. I now feel so energetic and alive! ~Emily R

Purchase Links

Barnes and Noble
*Hardcover coming soon* Link HERE
B&N Ebook HERE

iBooks HERE

Please feel free to join my BIG GIRLS DO IT Facebook group for more support, healthy tips, fun, and inspiration.
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Jasinda and Jack too!

Ark: An Epic Fantasy

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Happy Friday! I have a TON of awesome and exciting things to share with you. First, our new epic fantasy releases everywhere today. We’ve been working on this one for about five years! This story is totally different from anything Wilder you’ve read before. It’s an amazing journey filled with suspense, angels, a beautiful love story, and The Flood. We hope you enjoy it.

Here’s the blurb:
“The Nephilim were on the Earth in those days, and also afterward, when the sons of God came into the daughters of man and they bore children to them. These were the mighty men who were of old, the heroes of renown.” Genesis 6:4


I am a Nephilim, and a princess. 

I do not follow The One God.

I am destined to be a queen, to rule a city beside whichever aged Nephilim king or prince my father betroths me to.

And then I meet Japheth, son of Noah, son of Lamech, and he changes everything. 

He changes me, and his father changes the world.

Only $2.99! Just click for your favorite retailer below.


We also have the deleted 9th door available everywhere; this raw, uncut version of a previously-scrapped door from THE BLACK ROOM series was once in the middle of the doors and adds more detail to the complex love story told by the BLACK ROOM. You will want to check that out if you’ve been waiting for it to arrive at the other retailers.

The links:


We also want to remind you that USA TODAY bestseller YOURS will be available in audio next month! Keep an eye out for that release. The audio was produced by our amazing narrators who have done so many of our other books, and hearing them narrate this story really brings these characters to life.

We also want you to keep an eye out for a HUGE cover reveal coming from us on March 1st! BIG GIRLS DO IT STRONGER will release on March 14th. We hope you join us on our journey toward being healthy and strong.


We hope you have a great weekend!

Happy reading,

Jasinda and Jack too.

YOURS sale and giveaway!

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YOURS is on sale for the first time ever!

My bestselling 432-page standalone novel YOURS is on sale today for the first time ever! If you haven’t read it, now is the perfect time to pick it up.

From the BookBub description:

From a New York Times bestselling author: Lock always thought he wouldn’t live past his 31st birthday. But after a miraculous heart transplant, he has a new chance at life and a new shot at love when he meets the widow of his donor.

Inspired by the song YOURS by Russell Dickerson

ONLY $0.99, regularly priced at $5.99
*The amazing audio for YOURS will be releasing next month so be sure to keep an eye out for it! 

Just click your favorite retailer below:


We also wanted to let you know that we are participating in a BOOKSWEEPS author giveaway for erotic “BAD BOY” romance! Just click HERE to enter for a chance to win a KINDLE FIRE and 55 amazing books! This giveaway is open now until February 20th!

We’ve got lots of exciting things coming your way…

ARK, an epic fantasy, is coming later this month!
My non-fiction BIG GIRLS DO IT STRONGER coming early March.
ALPHA ONE SECURITY: PUCK  coming early April.
BADD TO THE BONE coming in early May.
And an epic standalone contemporary romance inspired by a true story coming in JUNE!

You won’t want to miss a Wild(er) minute, so stay tuned.

All our love,
Jasinda and Jack too!

A free book, a new audio, and preorders galore!

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Grab Harris for FREE!

Hey amazing readers,

I just wanted to drop in and give you lots of great news. First, if you haven’t read the first AS1 security book featuring HARRIS from the ALPHA trilogy, now is the time! He’s free! This one is a hot and steamy WILD(er) ride! Don’t miss it! The audio will also be discounted if you download the free ebook on Amazon first. This audio is SO GOOD!

Just click your favorite retailer below and click it and enjoy!



Secondly, I wanted to let you know that USA TODAY BESTSELLER BADD MOTHERF*CKER is now in audio. I just listened to it and IT IS AWESOME! If you get your audiobooks from Amazon, you can click the link HERE! 

You can also hear a sample on AUDIBLE or buy it directly from them HERE!  WARNING: IT IS HOT! Make sure children and sensitive pets are far from your device before listening.


I’ve been getting a ton of requests for upcoming release dates for Puck and the next Badd Brothers book. I actually have a few preorders up over at iBooks. These will all go live at the rest of the retailers when they’re ready, and also, please note that release dates are only tentative and I hope to possibly get these to you even sooner. If you’re an iBooks reader, you can preorder now so you don’t forget! I will always remind you about new releases with this newsletter and through social media, so don’t worry.

Click HERE for AS1: PUCK

ALSO…keep an eye out for an exciting release coming this month from us called ARK. It’s our first EPIC FANTASY! Make sure you like Jack’s Facebook page because we will be updating about this release from there. Cover reveal coming soon. In the meantime, here’s the blurb!
“The Nephilim were on the Earth in those days, and also afterward, when the sons of God came into the daughters of man and they bore children to them. These were the mighty men who were of old, the heroes of renown.” Genesis 6:4

I am a Nephilim, and a princess. 

I do not follow The One God.

I am destined to be a queen, to rule a city beside whichever aged Nephilim king or prince my father betroths me to.

And then I meet Japheth, son of Noah, son of Lamech, and he changes everything. 

He changes me, and his father changes the world.

Lastly, I’m SUPER excited to reveal the cover for BIG GIRLS DO IT STRONGER with a photo of me taken by Jack himself! How freaking awesome is that? I can’t wait for you to see it, so here’s a tiny little sneak peek. 🙂

Until then, HAPPY READING!

All of our love,
Jasinda and Jack too! 

Zane Badd is OH SO GOOD!

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Hey friends,

Happy Inauguration day! Are you worried things are about to get bad? Or go from bad to worse? Don’t be! Relax, it’s about to get really BADD…Zane Badd! 😉

“A sexy and sweet addiction!” ~Shayna Renee’s Spicy Reads


I was a Sixty-Eight Whiskey—a combat medic. So when I hear someone shout “MEDIC!” training just kicks in. It’s automatic, immediate. I don’t think I even saw the guy whose leg I tended to, not really. All I saw was him. Zane Badd. His tuxedo fit him like he’d been sewn into it, and his eyes reflected the fury and the hardness of a combat veteran, but when he looked at me, he just…softened. By the time I had his brother patched, Zane and I were both covered in blood, and I knew I had to have him.

The trouble with Zane isn’t getting him, it’s keeping him.

And the trouble with me is, even if I could hold onto a man like Zane, I wouldn’t know what to do with him. It’s not in my nature, and if life has taught me anything, it’s to not trust anyone, least of all men like Zane. He’s a warrior through and through, hard, muscular, gorgeous, tenacious, and yet oddly tender toward me.

Experience and instincts are telling me to run from Zane Badd as fast as possible, but my heart and my body are telling me to stay, to hold on and not let go. Yeah, it’s a conflict as old as humanity itself, but it’s brand new for me.


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Life as Navy SEAL doesn’t exactly prepare you for normality. Yeah, I can tend bar and goof off with my seven crazy brothers, but what do I do when the woman of my dreams—dreams I didn’t know I’d had until I saw her—explodes into my life like a frag grenade? I’m trained to attack, to win, to survive at any costs, and figuring out what to do about a woman like Amarantha Quinn will take every scrap of tenacity and courage I possess. Combat is easy, it turns out, in comparison to facing your own fears and scars.

And then sometimes, just when you think you’ve got it finally figured out, fate throws you a screwball and sends everything FUBAR.

Jack and I really hope you enjoy this love story! We are so excited to hear what you think of Zane and Mara. Stay tuned for more awesome things coming in the next few months. We’ve got an epic fantasy and the highly-anticipated sequel to my non-fiction BIG GIRLS DO IT RUNNING! One thing is for sure with the Wilder reads: we won’t let you get bored.

Have a wonderful weekend, and happy reading!

All of our love,
Jasinda and Jack too!


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Hey Wilder people,

Are you ready to kick butt in 2017? Join me in my quest for better health and fitness. Let’s put our running shoes on and walk, wog, or run to better wellness together. For this week only my bestselling ebook BIG GIRLS DO IT RUNNINGis on sale for only 99 CENTS! So hurry up and grab it from your favorite retailer here. *Kobo pricing is a little late to update but should happen soon*

Barnes and Noble:

You can also grab the companion journal at Amazon here:

It’s not required, but it is great to have while working on my #wilderway program.

Then, after reading the book, join my BIG GIRLS DO IT RUNNING Facebook group for support, fun, and inspiration on your journey.

We would love to have you join us and bring any family and friends who might like to do the 8 week challenge too! I’ll have a refresh and reboot starting next week for those who’ve already started their  #wilderway journey, and a beginners 8 week challenge happening in the group as well! No matter where you are in your health right now, there’s support and encouragement in the group. I hope to see you there!

There is also a paperback edition on Amazon for those of you who might prefer that version. It’s great to have in the kitchen when cooking up some tasty #wilderway recipes the whole family will love!

I’m so excited to see what 2017 will bring for you and your family.

Run wild,

All my love,

It’s time to meet Duke Silver

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This sucked.

Woozy from the crowbar I’d taken to the back of the head—which of course came with a splitting headache straight from Satan’s own asshole—I was disoriented and sluggish. It was a chemical sluggishness, though, which suggested someone had either roofied me—and if it was a woman, she shouldn’t have bothered; I’d have fucked her without the drugs—or someone had tranked me. Which wasn’t the brightest idea, because I was slowly coming out of it. And what with the headache, and the fact that I was hungry, it didn’t exactly spell rousing games of charades and shuffleboard once I got my bearings and figured out who I had to hit.
I tried to blink, but that didn’t accomplish much; either it was pitch black and there wasn’t anything to see, or I was blindfolded.

I focused hard, which hurt. Then I tried to subtly flex my muscles. I tested my toes and fingers and wrists, and tried to see if I was simply bound, or drugged into paralysis. I had feeling in my limbs so I knew I wasn’t paralyzed. The bad news was that my wrists were tied; the good news was my ankles weren’t bound, and they hadn’t gagged me, either. Stupid move—I can fuck you up with just my feet, let me tell you. I learned Muai Thai in Thailand, from some seriously scary little motherfuckers, the kind of dudes who go out and kick trees just to toughen their shins.

I kept my breathing slow and steady, something I did out of long habit. I listened hard and I heard nothing that gave anything away. The floor was cold and hard underneath my shoulder, hip, and knee. I was pretty sure it was a cement floor. I was lying on my side, hands bound in front of me—another mistake.
Struggling to push past my haze, I figured I was in a room, cement of some sort. I kept listening, but there wasn’t much to hear.

Now that my faculties were returning, I could feel the blindfold around my head and it felt like a folded bunch of cloth. It would be easy enough to remove when I was ready.

Staying still and quiet I kept listening, focusing on breathing slow and steady as if I was still unconscious. The bonds around my wrists were zip-ties, and they were wrenched tight to my skin which, while painful, was actually good news. Zip-ties are plastic, which means their overall tensile strength isn’t that great. One hard wrench of my arms, or bashing them against my knee, and they’d be gone. It would take me ten seconds max, a number I quote from experience.

I was about to start the process of determining whether to play this out a bit longer or start my escape when I heard a muffled whimper. Definitely female, close by.

Pssst,” I hissed.

Gnnnhhh?” Definitely a chick, definitely gagged.

“Keep still. Pretend you’re still knocked out. No matter what you hear, no matter what happens, keep playing possum. Got it, babe?”

Ugh-oo, doh gah ee ay.”

I stifled a chuckle; she sounded pissed, and if I was anything like a decent translator of pissed-off, gagged females, she said something like fuck you, don’t call me babe. Better for her that she had a bit of spark. If she could cuss me out while bound and gagged, it meant she had spark, which meant spirit, which meant whatever was going on, she wasn’t as likely to flake out if shit got weird.

I tried to think back and remember; what was the last thing I remembered?

Some shitty dive bar in…Denver? Probably Denver. I remember that after Nevada, Thresh had gone to find that doctor chick he was so hung up on—which I understood because, seriously, that chica had curves for fucking days, and she’d pushed back at Thresh, which was the fastest way to get him horny short of reaching into his shorts. Plus, all that exotic Islander skin, and that thick fucking hair? No wonder Thresh wanted to take her for a tumble. I’d hit it, if he hadn’t had dibs. And no, we weren’t so juvenile as to call dibs out loud, but when you spent enough time hunting tail with your bro, you know when he’s interested, and you don’t go after that chick, even after he’s done.

So…I had been in a Denver dive bar, alone. I remembered that much, at least. I’d been on the prowl, going slow on the drinks, ready for any sign of my two favorite activities: fucking and fighting. I’d gotten a whiff of some kind of sweet floral perfume while exiting the head, and followed the scent to an out-of-place honey with a tight body and a serious attitude problem—in short, exactly my kinda girl.

I hadn’t really made a move, not as such, just sort of scoping her out, getting a feel for her. Hadn’t even started with the charm-and-flirt routine yet, but she wasn’t playing. Shut me down cold, even though she had no wing girls with her, no bling ring, and no sign of a guy, just sort of drinking alone.

Now, I ain’t one to buy into the gender stereotypes much, okay? I served with some chicks in the Army, and some of ’em were just as much my bros as BangBang and Gutierrez had been. I may be a shameless manwhore of the worst kind, but I take people as they are. I don’t fuck chicks with diamonds on their left hand, and no means no…except when I sniff out that no means chase me, and that’s always obvious.

But there are a few clichés and stereotypes that tend to hold true. Like, if you see a dude sitting by himself in a smoky shithole dive bar, you’re better off leaving him alone, ’cause he don’t want to talk. And the other one that’s almost always true is, if you see a lady, like a real-deal lady, with Louboutins and Chanel clutch purses and expensive perfume and two-carat diamond earrings, the kind of lady who wears that fancy shit like it ain’t no thing, in a LoDo dive bar, no less…well, partner, that shit there spells trouble.

What? I’ve hooked up with some ladies in my time, and I like nice shit, so I know one-percenter name brands when I see them, okay?

Anyway, she’d gotten up and gone outside to smoke. Pall Mall Lights lit with a snazzy looking fancy-ass electric flameless lighter.

You know how they say you are what you eat? And you know how they say curiosity killed the cat? Well, I eat a lot of pussy…

I was curious and went out after her. I lit my one-hitter and took a quick toke of some fine-ass herb I’d picked up—a habit I only indulge in when I’m off-duty. I opened my mouth to talk to her, and then her eyes had gone wide, surprised, but she’d been looking behind me, not at me.

Then, bam, everything went black.

And now, here I am, bound, blindfolded, and fighting a headache and a wicked chemical haze.

So, if I had to guess, that lonely fancy chick was the same person now bound and gagged behind me.

Next question?

Who the fuck would take me prisoner like this? And why?

The events in Nevada floated through my head and I remembered Harris’s warning about Cain reappearing and being bent on revenge…and now I have an inkling as to what is going on.

I was still working through the situation in my head when I heard voices in the distance followed by footsteps shuffling down the stairs.

“Play possum, okay?” I hissed, quiet as I could. “Trust me.”

Nnnnng?” She sounded less sparky, and more fearful.

“You’ve got my word, Fancy. I’ll get you out of this. But you gotta listen to me real carefully. Breathe like
you’re still asleep. Relax your muscles. Don’t react to anything.”


“Yeah, Fancy, that’s you. Now shut up and play possum.”

I followed my own orders as the voices got closer, the footsteps just on the other side of the wall. I heard a lock twist, then hinges protested, and feet—two pair, three—three, I’d wager—scuffed across the floor. Definitely a cement floor. European voices, thick Eastern Bloc accents. Definitely Cain’s group.

“Still out,” a voice said, in heavily accented English.

A pair of feet shuffled toward me. “Should be. We hit this big one with enough tranquilizer to take out a pair of elephants.” This from a second voice.

“And the girl?” The first guy again.

“Cain said no witnesses, no chances.” Third voice, sounding like he had a bit of authority.

“Think we could have some fun, first?” First voice again.

They were baiting me, I realized. They’d be talking in Czech or Ukrainian or whatever if this discussion were meant for their ears only. This was for us, to see if we were awake.

“After she wakes up,” said voice number three, the one that sounded in charge. “No hurry. Cain won’t be here for a few days yet. We have time for fun later.”

The feet shuffled even closer to me. My heart hammered, but I kept my breathing steady and slow, my muscles loose. There was a moment of silence, and then a shock of agony and a loud thud as a big boot slammed full force into my gut. No warning, no way to tense against it, I couldn’t breathe, shit—
I forced myself not to react, struggling through the lack of oxygen, the wind knocked so far out of me stars burst behind my eyes and panic clutched at my instincts. I stayed still, as if the tranquilizer was still working in my bloodstream; and when I didn’t react they must have assumed, logically, that I was still under.
You don’t survive alone on the streets for as long as I did and not learn to take a kick or ten to the gut.

I heard their feet retreat; they were speaking in their own language now. The door closed, the lock turned, boots ascended, and then I heard the floorboards overhead creak, followed by a loud squeal like rusty screen door hinges slamming shut.

Finally, I let myself gulp oxygen, gagging on it as it flooded through me. “Fucker’s…gonna…pay…for that,” I gasped.

Oooh oh-kay?”

“Just fine, Fancy, just fine. Gotta catch my breath, and then I’ll do some commando shit or something.” My head was still thick, aching, my mouth was dry, and now my stomach throbbed.

Thinking was hard.

I gave myself a thirty count, and then I brought my hands up and used my thumbs to rip off the blindfold. Yep: basement, bare concrete floor, metal posts holding up the low ceiling, open rafters and ductwork, an old box fan in one corner, along with a stationary bike. There was an old weight bench with a single barbell bar on it but no weights, a freestanding heavy bag, and a shelving unit with aging canned goods. In short, this was the basement of a tired, old suburban house. I rolled onto my back, then onto my other side.
And there was Fancy, in all her glory. She was on her side too, perpendicular to me, the top of her head near my stomach. Five-six or five-seven, sleek, svelte, tight round ass in a knee-length dove-gray skirt, black wedge heels, and a white blouse cupping a sensational pair of high, plump, firm tits, not super huge, but enough to fill even my big ol’ paws. She looked just like I remembered her from last night.

Only now her fine blond hair, which I remembered being done in a casually elegant up-do, was now tangled and messy, lank strings hanging in her eyes and sticking to her neck and cheeks. And holy mother of fucks, the woman’s skin…damn. Pale as pearls, flawless, enticing. Except her cheeks, which were flushed bright pink. She was glaring at me, and her eyes were…fuck, her eyes were like nothing I’d ever seen before. Cerulean blue shot through with streaks of green and hints of hazel. Wide eyes, full of fierce personality. Beautiful, hypnotizing eyes.

Hey, ahh-hoh. Geh a mooh on.

Clear enough, I supposed.

I rolled forward to my knees, stood up, worked the kinks out of my stiff joints, then laced my fingers together, flexed my wrists away from each other to put tension on the zip-tie, swung my arms up and then back down hard as I could while swinging my knee up. My wrists hit my knee with crushing force, and the zip-tie snapped, freeing my hands. Ten seconds or less, motherfucker.

I knelt beside the girl who flinched away from me, automatically, it seemed. I frowned down at her. “Hey now, Fancy, don’t be hatin’. I’m on your side, okay? I’m not gonna hurt you. I’m gonna get that gag off, and then you can cuss me out all you want, as long as you do it quiet, all right?”

She held still, but kept wary eyes fixed on me as I knelt closer to her, leaned forward, reached around behind her head to untie the knot. Yeah, I could’ve knelt behind her to do it, and where’s the fun in that? She smelled like jasmine; I got a good whiff as I worked at the knot, and good fucking goddamn, that scent, on that woman? Made me dizzy. I swear I could get hard just sniffing her.

I acted like I was having trouble with the knot, pausing, leaning a little closer to peer over her shoulder. It was an act, since it was a fairly simple knot loosely tied, and I could have gotten it free with my eyes closed, but it got me another subtle nose-full of her intoxicating scent, which was its own reward, and well worth the glare of daggers I got from Fancy when I pulled back to work on the knot a bit more.

Once it was free, I tossed the handkerchief aside…

And Fancy promptly set to complaining. “My god, that thing tasted like old sweat. I think I’m going to vomit.”

“Breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth, sugar, and it’ll pass. The nausea is more from whatever they used to knock us out.”

She shot me that patented death-and-daggers glare. “My name is Temple. Not sugar, or babe, or fancy.” She was breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth, I noticed. “Temple Kennedy.”

Damn—that was a name I knew. Hell, everybody knew that name. She was one of those “famous for being famous” celebrity honeys. Daddy was a retired rock star and her mom was an A-list actress with multiple Oscar noms and at least one Golden Globe that I knew of. Beyond wealthy, spoiled, she had lived her whole life in the spotlight. Has a reality show where cameras follow her around as she trots the globe and suns herself on yachts in the Mediterranean, yells at servers, and insults her mom and sucks up to her dad. She turned all that into a lucrative career doing…I wasn’t sure what. She had an app which did who knew what, clothing lines, makeup, a tell-all book or two, and any number of other bits and pieces of merchandising with her name and likeness on it.

So what the ever-loving fuck was a high-class lady-lady like Temple Kennedy doing in a dive bar in LoDo?
That was the million-dollar question.

Or, actually, shit—a hundred million dollar question, given how much her parents were worth.
I leaned down and put my face inches from hers, reached out an index finger, brushed her sunshine-and-honey hair out of her face. “So, Temple Kennedy. Think these dick-knobs know who they’ve got in their basement?”

One plucked eyebrow lowered, the other arched upward. “I would assume so.”

She had a little smudge of dirt on her forehead from the floor. I rubbed my thumb over it, gently, wiping it away. She was breathing hard by the time I finished, tension written in every line of her body and face. She did not like my proximity. Funny, most honeys are tripping over themselves to get closer to me, to get my hands on them. But then, Temple Kennedy was way above even my pay grade.

“See, I don’t think they do.”

She struggled to sit up, but her hands and feet were both bound, her hands behind her back leaving her helpless. Bound hand and foot, and gagged? She must have put up a fight.

“Why wouldn’t they? I assume they’re kidnappers looking for a ransom.”

I laughed quietly, and then lifted her to a sitting position, keeping a grip on her until she was steady. “Oh, sweetpea, not everything is about you. Unfortunately, the situation is a lot worse than that.”

“Why is it so hard for you to use my name?” She wavered and I caught her, keeping her upright. “And how could it be worse than me being kidnapped? And can you please do something about these restraints? They’re beginning to chafe.”

I crept from corner to corner, rummaging through the detritus, but found nothing useful for severing her wire bonds. Then I ducked under the stairs, remembering the basement of a foster house I’d stayed in for a bit, and how the drunken old bastard had kept an ancient toolbox under the stairs in the basement. Sure enough, I hit the jackpot. In a corner was a rusting Craftsman toolbox filled with screwdrivers, ratchets, a hammer, loose nails, and a pair of wire cutters. I returned to Temple with the wire cutters and knelt behind her.

“Hold still, Fancy, I’m gonna pop these ties.” I clipped between her wrists, and she immediately drew her hands around in front and massaged them. “As for how it could be worse? They didn’t snatch me because I was with you, they snatched you because you were with me.”

“I wasn’t with you. I was outside smoking.”

“And I went out after you. They saw you next to me and, as you heard, they had orders not to take chances or leave witnesses.” I moved to her feet and clipped her ankles free. “I’m not sure what they want, but I’m gonna go out on a limb and suggest it ain’t a tickle fight, princess. They got no problem burying you if you cause trouble, trust me on that.

“And if they were to somehow find out who you are if, say, someone was to bust out with a ‘do you even know who I am?’, Baby-cakes…that would not be beneficial to your situation. They’d not only have a witness, but they’d have a hostage, and money to be made. The guy in charge of this whole mess, he ain’t a nice guy. He’d be the sort to send severed fingers to your dad until he got his money. So I suggest you keep your mouth shut and follow my lead.”

She paled at that, and considering her pearly complexion, that meant she went really pale. “They wouldn’t.”

I shrugged. “That’s my best guess. This Cain guy isn’t really my particular enemy, he’s more my boss’s enemy. But since I’m connected to him, they snatched me, and got you in a twofer. And, yeah, honey, they would absolutely hack off your pretty little manicured fingers.”

She was rolling her ankles, trying to get the feeling back, so I took her foot in my hand, slipped off her wedge sandal, and massaged her foot. A low, sultry groan of pleasure left her lips before she could stop herself, but then she yanked her foot back and shot me that glare again.

I let her go, and squatted next to her, watching her try to massage feeling back into her extremities and admiring her tight, toned body. “I happen to think you’ve got beautiful hands, and it’d be a shame to see them come to any harm, so you can relax. I won’t let anything happen to your fingers, or any other part of your fine-ass body.”

“Oh really? There were three of them, in case you didn’t notice.” She said this as if I should be afraid.

“Yeah, I noticed.”

“You were blindfolded, how could you tell?”

I shrugged, smirking. “I counted their voices, and heard their different footsteps.”

“And you can take on all three of them, can you?” Skeptical, sarcastic.

I stood up to my full height, which got her attention. I’m six-six and two-eighty, and there’s not an ounce of fat on me. And believe me, she fuckin’ noticed. There was no mistaking the way her eyes raked up and down my body several times, and then she blinked, shook her head, and looked away, those pretty pale cheeks blushing scarlet.

“Yeah, Fancy. I’m thinkin’ they only brought three guys, and that was their second mistake.”

“What was the first?”

“Not killing me outright,” I said. “’Cause now I’m inconvenienced. I’ve got a headache, and that makes me cranky. I’m hungry, which makes me hangry, and when I get hangry I tend to lose a bit of rationality and self-restraint. And they only brought three guys? They’re going to wish they had a whole lot more.”
She stared up at me, and her gaze reflected equal parts attraction, fascination, and revulsion.
I heard the screen door squeal, then footsteps on the floor above us, and then on the stairs.

I winked at Temple. “Fun’s about to start, honey-buns. You just sit there and be your pretty, innocent little self. Let them come in, and do not look at me. Then, when I give you the signal, you get your sexy ass out of the way.”

She looked panicked. “Wh—what’s the signal?”

“When I start hitting people, obviously.”

I started to turn away.

“Wait!” she called out.

I turned back, quirked an eyebrow. “What’s up?”

“What’s your name?”

I gave her my signature panty-melter grin. “Name’s Duke Silver.”

Snagging the barbell from the rack, I hefted it, swung it around a few times, and then positioned myself near the door as the footsteps clomped down the stairs.

The lock clicked, the doorknob twisted.

Temple sat frozen on the floor, like a deer caught in headlights and then, in the moments before the door swung open, she shook her hair out, fluffed it, and unbuttoned her blouse to show a cock-hardening amount of plump ivory cleavage.

A little too effective, since it cost me several seconds delay—I was staring too, right when the three cocksuckers ambled through the door with their guns at the ready.
Great, now I have to fight with hard-on.

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