![]() Walk on the Wilder Side
Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo / Google Play -- EXCERPT: Connor paces back and forth a few times along the side of the boat, then slaps a hand on his thigh. ”I have an idea.” “What’s that?” “My mom’s got this new business. One of those sell-out-of-your home things. Beauty stuff, like body wash and perfume and shit. She does these girls’ night parties. Women love them. My mom can’t keep up with all the requests. I bet that would work for your boat. And my mom coordinates the food and wine and everything. You could redeem yourself without having to personally kiss a lot of ass. They do the party, you just supply the location.” Huh. I don’t hate the idea. “You’d still have to buy TP,” he says, always practical. “And not forget the bug wipes.” “I can totally handle that much. Jesus, that sounds like a fucking dream. I’m all over that.” “The only thing is, my mom broke her foot, so I don’t know about the whole boat thing.” “Well, shit,” I say. “How’d she do that?” “Stepped off the curb wrong in town, twisted it in the storm grate.” I wince. “That sucks.” “Yeah. But she said she was maybe going to ask Rachel to help her out, so I guess Rachel could do it.” You know the buzzer sound that signals the end of, well, anything? That’s the sound that just zapped through my brain. “Wait, Rachel’s home?” I try to make it sound like, “The Ducks have the early game?” or “You up for grabbing a pizza and a couple of beers?” but it still comes out sounding more like my sixteen-year-old self than I’d like. Luckily Connor doesn’t pick up on the fact that I just insta-reverted to my teenage years. “Yeah. Some shit hit the fan for her and she’s regrouping.” Rachel is Connor’s younger sister. Her hair is long and thick and not-quite-black. Her skin is a warm, light brown. She has dark brown eyes and a mouth that, in recent years, has made me think about blow jobs. Okay, who am I kidding? Her mouth has made me think about blow jobs for way longer than I want to admit. My life plan, since late high school, has been to avoid Rachel Perez at all costs, because that lip—her whole mouth, in fact—no, make that everything about her, inside and out—feels like a clear and present danger. However, because life is what happens when you’re busy making plans, Rachel is everywhere. She saw me last month when Len Dix taunted me in Oscar’s Saloon & Grill and I punched his lights out. She doesn’t even live here; she just happened to be in town from the East Coast to visit her mother. They were taking a family ski trip for her mom’s birthday. And now she is, possibly, the only thing standing between me and a simple solution to my business problem. “Do you really think Gabe would kick you out of the family business?” Connor asks. Right. In corner one, we have the threat to my sanity from Rachel Perez. And in corner two, we have the threat to my livelihood and family life from Gabe Wilder. ![]()
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