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Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 56961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)

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When Miller Hobbs finds himself on a winter vacation in Colorado with the giant, exceedingly loud, Marian and Wilde families, he doesn’t quite know what to do with himself. He’s not really a Marian or a Wilde despite having DNA ties to both. So every morning before the rest of the family wakes up and fills Rockley Lodge with holiday merriment (and noise), he escapes to the quaint downtown of Aster Valley where he spies a man through the bakery window kneading dough and dancing to music only he can hear. Miller is entranced by the dancing baker, and when Darius looks up and catches Miller staring, the interest suddenly goes both ways. Can two strangers find love among the quaint chaos of an Aster Valley Christmas? Even if it includes the two most overwhelming and meddling families vying for the title of greatest matchmakers of all time?
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Miller

“Take him down, mother… fudger!” Ginger Marian screamed at the giant television screen, loud enough for the Riggers players to hear her in Los Angeles.

I was starting to believe this special football-viewing room had been the key selling point to the Marians’ rental of Rockley Lodge in Aster Valley for the family reunion in the first place. Not only was it large and filled with comfortable leather recliners, but it was also decorated with priceless NFL memorabilia owned by Tiller Raine, the celebrity quarterback who apparently owned the lodge itself. And the acoustics were…

“Yeah!” Ginger’s shout echoed around the room, and she jumped to her feet to perform a kind of rhythmless bump-and-grind that made the baby girl in her arms—a baby I was almost positive didn’t belong to her and my cousin Pete—shriek with contagious laughter. “Tackle him! Eat dirt, Nelson Evangelista! Isn’t that right, Reenie?” she cooed at the baby, who laughed even harder.

“So I told him no,” Nico Wilde continued as Ginger and the baby kept dancing. “I refuse to ink any version of a spider, even if it is a cartoon one. That’s too creepy. Find someone else.”

“That’s hardly fair,” Ben muttered, absently rubbing his calf through his blue jeans. “Some spiders are sweet.”

Ben was my cousin Griffin’s biological brother, and I was pretty sure he was married to the tall guy named Reese, who was outside with some of the Wilde cousins. I knew for sure that Ben had a memorial tattoo of his daughter’s tarantula right at the spot he was rubbing, though, because he and the other guys had been showing off their ink the day before, and that experience had been seriously memorable.

It turned out I had a thing for guys with tatts. Who knew?

“Pfft,” Nico replied. “Your tattoo is the only exception and only because you’re my best friend’s baby bro. And… okay, maybe if Georgie wants her own one day, I’ll do it. But only because no one else is touching her virgin skin.”

The Marian and Wilde men sitting around him collectively shuddered at the idea of anyone even thinking about inking one of their precious, perfect babies.

It was kind of adorable.

“Holding!” Ginger shouted. “Blatantly holding! Come on. Is that ref sleeping? Jesus help us.”

Nico’s daughter climbed off his lap and walked over to Ginger to pat her knee with a chubby toddler hand. “Jesus can’t help,” she said, knowingly. “He’s a bad man.”

West choked on his beer and sputtered. “Pippa, baby, who told you that? That’s not true.”

Ginger lifted an eyebrow of accusation at West and Nico. “I thought Texans loved their Jesus.”

“They do,” Nico assured her. “I mean, we aren’t churchgoers ourselves, but we aren’t haters either. I don’t know where she got—”

Otto Wilde blurted, “Jesus fucking Christ, is this ref insane?”

Pippa nodded and shot a sympathetic glance at Ginger. “See, Auntie Ginge? Told you. Jesus is a bad man.”

Ginger bit her tongue to keep from laughing while West buried his face in his hands and Nico sighed.

“As I was saying,” Rebecca Marian said sweetly, pulling me back to her earlier conversation while ignoring the antics of her daughter-in-law and her… Huh. What relation were Nico and West to Rebecca, exactly? My brain throbbed just trying to piece together the complex relationships there. “You have to use the hand mixer because stirring it with the whisk doesn’t break up the clumps of sugar well enough. It will make the chocolate sauce lumpy.”

I nodded even though there was no way I’d retain any of this information.

My senses were completely overloaded, and I felt a horrible headache coming on, and that was before I even started processing all the emotional baggage of finding out that I was part of a huge family I hadn’t known existed. While I could tell the Marian and Wilde families were made up of very good people, and I knew just how lucky I’d been to learn I was related to them through that DNA registry last year, being in the midst of so many new faces and personalities was exhausting and overwhelming.

I was an only child of an only child sitting in a room overflowing with new-to-me cousins. There were at least twenty of them, and that didn’t even include their spouses or kids, my biological grandparents, grand… uncles, and all the various friends they’d brought with them on this holiday vacation to Colorado.

Not for the first time in the seven months since she died, I wished my mom was with me. It had been just the two of us for so long, but she would have thrived in a situation like this, and it felt strange enjoying it without her. Now, despite the crowd of loving family around me, I felt a little… lonely.

The idea behind the trip was very kind. The Wildes and Marians had wanted to meet up somewhere to get to know each other better and welcome me into the fold. Now that my mom was gone, this crazy crew was all I had left, and I barely knew them.

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NautiCal Read online Lucy Lennox (Forever Wilde #8) http://www.ilovenovels.com/nautical-8-read-online-lucy-lennox Thu, 25 Jun 2020 01:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/nautical-8-read-online-lucy-lennox Genre: Contemporary, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Authors: Lucy Lennox Series: Forever Wilde Series by Lucy Lennox
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Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 91176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)

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I didn’t mean to stow away on the yacht, I swear. My first mistake was going home with the jerk at the bar, but in my defense, Prescott said he owned the Worthington—ninety feet of sleek, yachty perfection—and if I could get the chief mate’s job, I’d have an excuse to stay on board and keep avoiding my family and my future. How was I supposed to know he was the owner’s cheating, gold-digging almost brother-in-law, or that I’d end up stuffed in a closet when the ship left the harbor? When the real owner finds me and offers me a different job—being his fake boyfriend on a cruise through the British Virgin Islands to tempt Prescott to reveal his cheating ways—that’s when I make my second mistake: I agree. Turns out, Jonathan Worthington isn’t just a billionaire, he’s funny and generous and a little bit of a control freak. He’s also six feet of sleek, gorgeous silver fox perfection, and suddenly, it’s not just his yacht I’m lusting over. Worth thinks I’m way too young and flighty for anything more serious than spending the week in his bed… but if you believe we won’t fall in love before the cruise is over, I have a yacht in the Caribbean to sell you.
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Cal

My brother King had tried to warn me about this. Well, not this specifically. Even King wouldn’t have anticipated me being shoved buck naked into a closet on a superyacht in the Caribbean.

“If you never listen to another word I ever say,” he’d said, “at least remember this: never trust a rich older man trying to get into your pants. They’re manipulators and users.”

If only he could see me now.

I looked down at myself with a sigh. At least there was a tiny sliver of light coming in under the closet door to illuminate my surroundings. The master closet was full of clothes, but none of them looked like they’d fit the showy style of the man who’d brought me here. Prescott Resnick was a pompous ass who’d probably popped his Izod collars when he was growing up in the 1980s. When I’d first seen him at the club in St. Mitz, he’d been wearing a yellow linen shirt unbuttoned about six spaces too many. I couldn’t blame him, really. The man had a nice body. If I had a body like that when I hit forty, I’d probably want to show it off too.

It had been the bartender’s whispered words in my ear that had finally lured me past the warning bells clanging in my head about the man.

“Says he owns the Worthington, and I heard she’s looking for a new chief mate.”

Suddenly, the preppy linen-clad peacock had been the possible ticket to a new job and an extension of my time in the Caribbean. If I could find an excuse to stay here a little longer, I wouldn’t have to return to Hobie and deal with facing my future now that all of my original plans had gone to shit.

We’d spent the rest of the night dancing, drinking, and eye-fucking. When he’d finally brought me back to the yacht, my heart had tripped in my chest. The Worthington was stunning. She was eighty-eight feet of pure perfection, custom-crafted by an English company called Sunseeker and probably worth at least fifteen million dollars. I’d already scoped her out after finishing up my last gig captaining a small catamaran for a family’s vacation. With the busy season ending, I’d been released from my job at the charter company and had been planning on flying home to Texas.

But the opportunity to stay a little longer as chief mate of the largest private yacht in port? Too good to pass up.

I wasn’t proud of myself for giving him a little more credit because of his yacht, but I also wasn’t going to forgo a night of hot sex with a fit older man in thousand-thread-count sheets when the alternative was the St. Mitz youth hostel with shared rooms and bonus cockroaches.

And the sex had been plenty hot. The man sucked dick like a champ, and if he’d slipped into referring to himself in the third person a bit there at the end, well, so be it. It wasn’t like I was marrying the guy. More like I needed him to consider hiring me or at least introduce me to his captain.

Before I’d had a chance to inquire about the position, however, we’d been awoken by happy chatter just outside the stateroom windows. Prescott had shot out of bed like a missile.

“Jesus fuck! It’s worth. Fuck, fuck,” he’d squawked.

“It’s worth what?” I’d mumbled, unsure of where I was and who he was. I’d rubbed my eyes and looked around at the lushly appointed room. Ah, the Worthington. I remember now.

“Hide! Fuck. Get in the closet!”

I’d blinked at him. Had I woken up on the set of a 1970s sitcom?

“Cal, get in the fucking closet. I’ll distract them and you’ll sneak off once we’re clear, okay? Now go.”

He’d scrambled to put his clothes on while I remembered mine were still on the top deck by the hot tub. Crap.

“Why am I going into the closet? And who’s on board without your permission?” He’d spent way too much time last night lamenting how hard it was to keep hangers-on away from his precious ship since it was such a standout in every marina it docked. It had gotten to the point I’d started to feel a little guilty about being one of the people he’d been complaining about, but then I’d quickly distracted him by stripping down and luring him into the hot tub on the top deck.

The voices had come closer, and this time they’d seemed like they were right outside the bedroom door.

Prescott had looked at me with panic in his eyes. “Ah… work, um, people. Clients! And they can’t know I have a… a…”

The handle on the stateroom door had jiggled, causing Pres to shove me hard into the closet and slam the door closed after me.

“Cheap fuck?” I muttered, feeling like gutter trash. I heard the snick of the stateroom door, and then Prescott’s voice was loud and commanding.

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Total pages in book: 103
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Falcon: Three years ago I arrived at the scene of an art heist to find Kingston Wilde tied to a radiator, claiming to be an innocent bystander in the wrong place at the wrong time. It was only later I learned he was actually, the elusive art thief I’d been tracking for years. And I was the one who’d let him sweet-talk his way out of my grasp. Ever since, I’ve made it my mission to get my hands on him again, and this time I don’t plan on letting go. Unfortunately, fate has other plans. A priceless artifact has gone missing, and King is the only one who can help recover it. I thought nothing could be worse than being forced to work with the egotistical SOB, but I was wrong. Falling for the charming art thief in the middle of an operation is way, way worse. King: The key to being a good art thief is knowing when to call it quits. After one close call too many, I decide that time is now and head home to Hobie, Texas, intending to hang up my lock picks for good. Unfortunately, the FBI has other plans. Agent Dirk Falcon approaches me with an offer I can’t refuse: full immunity for my past crimes in exchange for helping him with one last job. The catch? The job involves stealing from the very man who taught me everything I know. The same man who double-crossed me years ago. Pulling this off means trusting Falcon and his team, but how do I trust the sexy agent when he’s staked his career on taking me down?
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Prologue

King - Two Years Ago

Never pick a fight with your boyfriend when you’re in the middle of stealing a Van Gogh. Because he might just decide you’re not worth a hundred million dollars and it’d be better for him to ditch your ass at the scene of the crime.

Hypothetically speaking, of course.

“Elek, what the fuck?” I hissed, finding it difficult to hide my exasperation. “We’re in the middle of a job. Now’s not the time to start talking about what comes next.”

I bent back over the hundred-million-dollar painting lying on the floor in front of me, carefully running my gloved hand along the ragged edges of the canvas to smooth it before gently starting to tuck it into a roll. It felt almost sacrilegious rolling a painting as valuable as this into a tube, but it was the only way to practically transfer it.

“You won’t even consider it,” Elek continued, as if I hadn’t spoken. “It’s an easy job. Security is minimal. We’d barely break a sweat.” He paced through the room as he talked, the beam of his flashlight sweeping in arcs across the floor.

My shoulders tightened, a rebuke on the tip of my tongue, but instead I closed my eyes and blew out a breath, trying to keep calm and focused. I hated distractions while I worked. Which Elek knew, but it never seemed to stop him.

I tried to tell him distractions made people sloppy. They got you caught. I should know—as an art history student, I’d taken an interest in art theft and forgeries which included quite a few stories of art thieves getting caught. I’d thought that perhaps it might lead me toward the FBI or working for an auction house or insurance company sniffing out fakes.

But then I’d met a charming older man and ended up on the other side of the equation.

Distractions.

“This should be obvious, yes,” he said.

He wasn’t going to let it drop, which meant the only way to end the conversation was to respond, “I just don’t see the point.”

He stopped his pacing and turned toward me. “It’s on the list,” he said evenly. “That’s the point.”

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Elek and his damned list. Over the years he’d compiled a wish list of items he wanted for his own personal collection. In the past he’d only stolen items on the list if the opportunity arose—like if he was on a job at the same location as one of the items on the list, he might make a detour to nick it. But recently he’d been planning jobs around the list itself, which seemed like a lot of risk to take just to steal something we couldn’t turn a profit on.

I shrugged. “It’s not a job I’m interested in.”

“Since when does your interest in a job matter?”

I rocked back on my heels and looked up at him. “Since I started thinking for myself.” I knew as soon as I said it that I shouldn’t have. His eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared as he drew in a sharp breath.

I held up a hand, hoping to placate him. “Look, let’s just get this finished, and then we can discuss it when we get home.”

Elek met my eyes for a long moment. Then he nodded. “Sure thing, macska.”

I turned back to the painting, starting to gently slide it into the tube. The next thing I knew, the light from Elek’s flashlight swung in a sharp arc, and then there was a loud crack followed by a bright explosion of pain radiating across the base of my skull.

My first thought was confusion.

My second was shock.

My third was that head wounds tended to bleed and I didn’t want to get blood on the canvas. I fell back away from the painting, landing on my hip. My entire head rang with pain, and I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting against it.

“Elek?” I asked.

I felt his hand, warm and reassuring, take mine. “Sorry, macska,” he said softly.

I was about to ask sorry for what when I felt something sharp and plastic tighten around my wrists.

My eyes flew open. “What the fuck?”

I was so disoriented by the pain that it took me a moment too long to understand what was going on. By then Elek had bound my hands and was dragging me toward the wall.

Instinct took over and I struggled against him, but that earned me a knee to the stomach. While I was doubled over, trying to catch my breath, he finished zip-tying me to the radiator.

“What are you doing?” I gasped.

“This is the end of the road for us, kitten.” He didn’t even bother looking at me when he spoke. Instead he knelt over the painting, and I winced as he shoved it into the protective tube as if it were a boy band poster being sold on Black Friday at the mall.

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Weston “Major” Marian: After running away at the age of seventeen, I found a home in the Army. It wasn’t long before my fellow soldiers became family, giving purpose to my time in Vietnam. But everything changes when Doc Wilde joins my medevac crew. A night alone in the jungle after a helicopter crash forces us to rely on each other for survival, the secrets we share cementing a bond between us deeper than any I’ve ever known. Doc begins to play a starring role in my late night fantasies even though he can never be anything more than a friend, a brother-in-arms. He’s straight, with family back in Texas, and I could kiss my career goodbye if anyone in the Army discovered my secret. When our tours finally end, and we go our separate ways, Doc heads home to his perfect family while I continue to serve. I thought that was the end of our story. Turns out I was wrong. Liam “Doc” Wilde: When I wind up on the front lines in Vietnam young and afraid, it’s Major Marian who comes to my rescue. He’s tough, brave, and quiet, and he vows to keep me safe. He’s the only reason I make it home alive. For some, a friendship like ours might have ended once we left the jungle behind, but life without Major Marian isn’t an option. Over time, our connection continues to grow. It’s no surprise when, years later, an unexpected illness turns my life upside down, he’s the first person I turn to for help. And, as always, he drops everything to rescue me. I soon realize that at every step of my life, Major has been there, by my side, putting me first. All this time he’s been standing in the sidelines, waiting patiently to hand over his heart into my safekeeping. Even though I never imagined building a future with another man, seeing Major in this new light is a revelation. And suddenly I can’t imagine my life any other way.
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Chapter 1

Liam “Doc” Wilde 1968

It’s true what they say about war. It’s like tunnel vision. Time gets strange and the world compacts into small, intense moments of immediate need. There is no wife back home, no newborn baby, no aging father needing help keeping his northern Texas ranch afloat.

There is only the present. The time, sometimes only a matter of seconds, between saving a man’s life and letting him go. Between having your act together and losing it completely in a jungle full of fear and bravado, pain and righteous indignation.

And such a moment it was when I met the man who would turn one of those compact tiny capsules of time into a full lifetime stretched long and rich over decades, who would become the very half of my heart I hadn’t known I’d been living without. The man who would take a broken army medic made up of mostly selfish immaturity and familial obligation and turn him into something worthy, something decent and redeemed.

At age eighteen I found myself the star of a shotgun wedding to my high school sweetheart. It stomped on all my dreams of getting off my parents’ ranch and away from my small town in Texas. Or so I’d thought at the time. And if it was even possible, Betsy was more bitter about it than I was. She’d wanted to move to the city and live a big life, and becoming a mother right out of high school put the brakes on that plan right away. We’d gone to a school dance together and fumbled our way into each other’s bodies in the back seat of my mom’s Pontiac Bonneville. The result was our son Billy, William Hobart Wilde. William for my dad and Hobart for Betsy’s. Her family was the Hobart behind Hobie, Texas, after all.

Needless to say, our families were both horrified and overjoyed at the earlier-than-expected merging of the two historic clans, while Betsy and I were only horrified. By the time Betsy’d figured out what was causing her to lose her lunch, I’d already committed to the ROTC university program at my father’s insistence that “all good men serve.”

So Betsy and I moved to College Station, Texas, where I joked I worked three jobs: student, file clerk at the student infirmary, and father. Betsy used to joke right back that I was forgetting the fourth: husband, but I admitted that one got short shrift in those days since all I had energy left for at the end of the day was a kiss and snuggle with my little boy.

At the start of my senior year in college, the twins were born. Gina and Brenda were angel newborns, thank heavens, but I still prayed I’d be around enough to help Betsy with the extra work after my stint in the army started.

But in 1968, no one was that lucky. I entered the US Army as a second lieutenant and was designated a medic because of my laughable background working at the university infirmary. It didn’t matter that I’d been a file clerk, I was one of the rare specimens who’d completed an actual CPR training course.

Vietnam was the kind of nightmare you can’t prepare for. It was battlefield amputations and choosing who got the last vial of morphine. It was battle-hardened men turning back into babies who needed—deserved—their mother when they called out for her. And they did call out for her.

My sleep was full of these man-boys calling for their mothers. Rarely did they call out for their young wives. And only once did a soldier call out for another man.

He called out for me.

Chapter 2

Weston “Major” Marian

The first time I saw Doc Wilde, he was smirking around the butt end of an unlit cigarette. I’d been in the midst of chewing out the PFC who’d fucked up a simple technical adjustment to the Huey’s Stokes litter for the third time. In the middle of the harangue, I froze midstep and stared at the new arrival.

“Major?” the PFC had the balls to ask.

It was then I realized my indiscretion. I’d been gawping at the kid like a fool. I turned to the grunt in front of me and glared.

“Dammit, PFC, get it right this time! That hoist’s the difference between lifting a man to safety and dropping him hundreds of feet to certain death.”

As he scurried off, I couldn’t help but sneak another look at the golden boy standing across the muddy tarmac from me. His slender hip leaned against the fuselage of a nearby Huey, and his dirty-blond hair looked pristine, like it hadn’t been mashed for days on end under a sweaty helmet. I’d seen a man in a cigar ad recently almost as handsome as this fellow. Someone had brought the magazine from home and passed it around. All the other men had paid close attention to the pages and pages of beautiful women in ads, but the cigar man had been all I’d needed.

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Augie: I don't need anyone's protection. I'm fine. But to appease my sister after a home invasion, I agree to take self-defense lessons. They just so happen to be with a big, muscled former navy SEAL who may or may not be everything I've always daydreamed about but never thought I could have. And he's dead-set on looking out for me even when things in my life suddenly get complicated. Between the increasing threats against me and pressure from my wealthy family to be someone I'm not, I'm having a hard time keeping it together. As I begin to fall apart, I lose faith I'll ever meet anyone who'll want a mess like me--much less meeting someone strong and capable like Saint Wilde. The more time I spend with him, however, the more I realize he's not as put together as he seems. And I begin to wonder... while Saint's busy looking after everyone else, who's looking after him? Saint: After my big fat mouth gets me in trouble with a high-profile client, my boss takes away the bodyguard gig and sends me back to my hometown to give one of society's elites a few lessons at a local gym. Babysitting an antiques nerd is hardly my idea of a good time, but as soon the attractive, petite man walks into the workout center, I nearly trip over my own feet. He's effing adorable. And absolutely scared to death. He won't tell me what's spooked him, but I won't rest until I find a way to take the fear out of his gorgeous eyes. Even if defending Augie means I have to stop protecting my own heart. His Saint is the fifth book in the Forever Wilde series but can be read out of order. Beware it includes 90k words of delicious man parts touching, grandfathers meddling, sassy siblings, cats mrrp-ing... and one Stevie.
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Chapter 1

Augie

There was someone in the house, and this time I didn’t even kid myself about it being my great-aunt Melody’s ghost. This was completely different from the usual creaks and groans of the ancient rambling farmhouse, and I felt in my gut it was an intruder.

I rolled out of bed as quietly as I could before squat-walking to the master closet.

Please don’t let the hinges screech.

After opening it as slowly as I dared, I made my way in and closed the door behind me before pushing through my hanging suits and button-downs to find the built-in ladder on the back wall of the tiny space.

I remembered a visit to Melody’s old house the summer after I finished first grade. She’d shown me the secret passage to the tiny attic space as if it was my very own Harry Potter understairs hideaway. I’d fallen so in love with the nook, I’d secreted blankets, pillows, and picture books there as often as I could. And each summer after that, when my parents sent me “to the country for some fresh air,” I’d spend hours curled up in my own private hideaway, not even caring that them sending me there was an excuse to have my beloved sister to themselves for a little while without her awkward brother trailing behind.

Only this time instead of being relaxed and happy, I was shaking with fear and terrified. Was this what it was like living all by oneself in the middle of the Texas countryside? Had my great-aunt ever had to fend off intruders? Was I going to have to actually consider purchasing a firearm to defend myself?

I shuddered at the thought. Due to a debilitating fear of firearms, I was the kind of person who’d more likely become a statistic of having one’s own weapon turned against him.

Bang.

The sharp crack of the front door slamming back against the living room walls was recognizable only because I’d accidentally done the same thing the day I’d moved in three weeks before. The movers were busy carrying my giant writing slope display case, and I was so nervous about damage to the ancient beauty that I accidentally threw the door open to make sure they had plenty of room.

Oh, why hadn’t I thought to grab my cell phone before coming up here?

The hatch to my hiding place was closed, and I sat as heavily on top of it as I could just in case someone was savvy enough to find it. As if my pint-sized frame would really keep an intruder from popping open the old wooden door and tossing me to the side.

I brought my knees up to my chest and hugged them, burying my face in my arms and trying not to hyperventilate. More thuds and crashes sounded from far below me on the main level of the house. What could they possibly want? Surely rural Texan burglars had no idea the worth of my antiques collection. Maybe they hoped to find the three sets of vintage sterling I owned? If so, they’d be disappointed to learn the sets were stored in a giant floor safe in the barn.

Melody hadn’t trusted banks. She’d kept half her fortune under the damned horse shit. While I was usually grateful there wasn’t horse shit in the barn any longer, I thought for a brief moment the old gal had been smart. Maybe I needed to get some horses after all, if only to add another layer of protection over my most valuable antiques in the vault.

There were plenty of other fence-able valuables in the house. My writing slope collection, for one. If those assholes took my favorite sixteenth-century Elizabethan slope from the center slot of the display case, I’d lose it. I could only thank my past self for having the foresight to keep my most treasured one with me instead of in the case.

I felt my jaw begin to wobble remembering my time curled up reading the ancient love letters with Melody.

Crying is for babies and women, August.

My mother’s words were as clear in my head today as they’d been in my ears when I was twelve and had lost my father in a sudden, unexpected way while on vacation in Manhattan. He, my little sister Rory, and I had been walking back to our hotel after seeing a show on Broadway when we’d ducked into a convenience store to grab some drinks. It had all happened so fast. One minute Dad was humming one of the songs from the show while deciding what color sports drink to pick out of the cooler, and the next minute two armed men were waving guns around and screaming for everyone to get down.

My dad shoved Rory and me to the ground and huddled on top of us, moving the three of us into a far corner of the store and as far away from the violence as possible. It wasn’t until all the noise was over and the cops came in that I realized Dad wasn’t moving anymore.

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Hudson: Don't ever accidentally propose to your girlfriend. In front of her family. Especially if her dad is your boss. Because when you make it clear you've made a mistake, he's likely to send you out of the country to get you as far away from his broken-hearted daughter as possible. It happened to me. Now I'm stuck in Ireland trying to redeem myself so I can get promoted and have the life I've planned for: successful career, loving wife and kids, a comfortable, financially-secure home life in Texas. But all of that seems to evaporate the moment I walk into the historic pub and see the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Only, he's not a woman. Charlie Murray is most definitely a man—the kind of man who causes me to take a second look for the first time in my life. And a third look, and fourth. I can't help but want to get to know him better... to get close to him, touch him, maybe even kiss him. But I'm straight. Or so I've always thought. Even if I'm not, how in the world could a feisty Irishman ever fit into the safe, predictable life I've always planned for? Charlie: Don't ever accidentally fall for the straight guy. Especially when he's trying to pry your family's business right out from under you. I should know. Because when Hudson Wilde walks into my family's pub and begins babbling so adorably, I can't help but fall just a little bit in love. But I'm looking for Forever Man, and the sexy American is certainly not him. He's so confused about what he wants, even choosing something from the dinner menu throws him into a fuddle. But those eyes... how can I resist? So maybe I’ll give in. One steamy night before he heads home and I go back to life at the pub. We'll never see each other again. Until, of course, his business deal sends me to Hobie, Texas, right into the middle of Hudson's steady life, more gay Wildes than can fit on a dance floor, and an ex-girlfriend who may or may not be content remaining an ex. But the more time I spend with Hudson, the more I think he might be my Forever Man after all. And I may be his. Is it possible we could both be so lucky? Hudson's Luck is the fourth book in the Forever Wilde series but can be read on its own. Beware it includes 93k words of delicious man parts touching, grandfathers meddling, neighbors nosy-ing, dogs fornicating, cats being cats, horses... ah, crunching apples? or something... and one very flirty Stevie.
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Hudson

Hudson’s Words To Live By:

Don’t ever, ever give a woman a present in a tiny box unless it’s an engagement ring.

And sure as hell don’t do it if the present is also a tiny metal hoop device that could be easily, horribly misconstrued as an engagement ring.

Oh, and maybe also don’t give said present on your one-year dating anniversary.

I was doing that thing some people do where the coin flips through each of your fingers and back again, except instead of a coin, I was doing it with the small ring that had gotten me into this predicament in the first place. I’d named it the Wilde Ring, but it was technically a head constrictor. Which meant, of course, that my brothers had called it a cock ring.

It wasn’t a cock ring.

I was fifteen hours into a thirteen-hour trip from Dallas to Cork, Ireland, when I realized sleeping was just not something I was going to be lucky enough to experience on this flight. At least my company was big enough to spring for a first-class seat to accommodate my long legs. My legs went on for days, according to my girlfriend.

Correction. My ex-girlfriend.

The sigh that came out of me was enough to unsettle the older lady next to me. Okay, so maybe it hadn’t been my first put-upon sigh. I was annoyed as hell at how I’d let myself be lured by the promise of an executive position. I should never have mixed business with pleasure and gone to work for her dad’s company.

I sighed again.

“Something on your mind, hot stuff?” the woman asked. “Might help to talk about it.”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to disturb you,” I said, shifting in my seat. Despite the nice wide space, I still couldn’t get comfortable. Every time I touched anything, I couldn’t help but think of all the bodies that had spent time in the same seat and touched the same surfaces. I wondered if my hand sanitizer was empty yet.

“You don’t seem like a regular flyer,” she began with narrowed eyes. “This your first time traveling overseas?”

“No, ma’am. My parents live in Singapore. I visited them there last year.”

“Oh, I could have sworn you were experiencing jitters like a newb.”

I gawped at her. Newb? She had to be ten thousand years old.

“Well, I guess it’s a little true. I tend to stay close to home. I’m not one for adventuring, if you want to know the truth,” I admitted. I didn’t tell her the trip to Singapore had been a disaster that had resulted in me swearing off travel for the rest of my life.

“Shame. Some of my fondest memories are from travel adventures,” she mused, snuggling under the navy-blue airline blanket and turning to face me. “You meet the most interesting characters.”

I laughed. “Ma’am, I’m the oldest of ten siblings. My life is full to overflowing with interesting characters already.”

She smiled at me. “So tell me what has your knickers in a twist if it’s not the travel.”

I took a deep breath before turning to face her and doing something very out of character—telling my personal story to a stranger.

“I dated this girl, Darci,” I began.

“You dated a little girl?” she gasped. Her reaction seemed a bit melodramatic.

“No. God no. She’s a grown woman,” I stammered.

The lady narrowed her eyes at me. “Then refer to her as such. Continue.”

An octogenarian teaching me about gender respect. Nice. I thought about escaping to the lavatory, but that would involve exposing myself to even more germs than I’d already come into contact with on this hellish trip. Even the thought had me putting the little metal ring in my lap and searching out the hand sanitizer in the seat pocket in front of me. I liberally doused my hands and, as expected, the bottle was nearly empty. Fortunately, I had a couple more stashed away in my checked bags. As I worked the gel into my skin, I began explaining the disastrous set of circumstances that had landed me in the seat next to the old bird.

“Ah… okay. So, I dated this grown woman named Darci.” I looked at her and saw a slight nod. “Who was a very nice… woman. Anyway, several months ago she suggested I spend some time learning how to brew craft beer with her father. Her family loves microbrews, so her hope was that it would be a good way for me to bond with them, I guess.”

“Mm, she was trying to get you in with Big Daddy. I see.”

“Right. So I learned all about it, and because I’m a bit of a tinkerer on the side, I thought what better way to impress her father than to improve upon the process? I invented this little doohickey that goes on the tap nozzle to control the amount of head, or foam, that comes out when you dispense a beer into a glass.”

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FELIX - Things I expect to find at Gadleigh Castle: - Rare stained glass, the subject of my dissertation. - Peace and quiet, to finish said dissertation. - An escape from the paparazzi swarming around my starlet mother’s latest blockbuster release. Things I don’t expect to find: - A hidden door leading to a secret room. - The most gorgeous man I’ve ever set eyes on. - Love. LIO - Things I know are expected of me in life: - That I will one day soon become the King of Liorland. - I will marry a nice woman who will become queen. - I will provide heirs to my family’s monarchy. Reasons that might be difficult - I’m gay. - I’m falling in love with Felix Wilde. - He has no idea I’m royal.
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Chapter 1

William Triannon Frederik Harald Christien Grimaldi of Liorland

“Huh?” I asked, turning over and bumping into a familiar, hairy chest.

The groggy voice behind me spoke again. “It’s almost four in the morning. You need to get the hell out of here.”

“Shit.” I sat up and looked around, orienting myself. I was in my friend Iggy’s flat again. We’d been out clubbing the night before. As had become our habit too often lately, we’d ditched the women we’d been dancing with and gone back to his place for a quick fuck.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, turning over and presenting his bare ass to me. “I should have booted you out hours ago. If I find the paps on my stoop in the morning, I’ll kick your ass. Plus, I have a date tomorrow night with that guy I told you about, so I need my beauty sleep.”

I stood up and found my clothes in a rumpled pile by the bed. My phone and wallet were still in the pockets, and I quickly texted my driver to come pick me up by the side entrance to the building and made my way to the door.

As soon as I opened it, a pair of royally pissed-off eyes glared back at me.

Fuck.

“Sorry, mate,” I muttered to my bodyguard, Jon. “Let’s go. Hans is outside waiting.”

“Feel better now?” Jon smirked once we were safely behind the tinted glass of the sedan. “All nice and relaxed?”

“Fuck off.” I leaned back in the seat and closed my eyes. “You’re just jealous you didn’t get any tonight.”

“Who said I didn’t get any?” he joked, quirking his eyebrow and tilting his head toward my sixty-something-year-old driver.

I couldn’t help but bark out a laugh. “Right. Hey, Hans, when was the last time you got lucky?”

“Nineteen eighty-seven, I believe,” Hans replied wistfully. “Her name was Marbelle.”

Jon snickered at me in the back seat while Hans continued. “Way better tits than you’ve ever had, Jonathan. And the woman could suck—”

“No!” I sputtered. “Please. You’ve been with me since I was twelve. Jesus, Hans. You’re like my grandpa.”

“Then maybe don’t ask, sir,” he replied with a sniff. “And may your beloved grandfather rest in peace.”

I thought about my grandfather. Hans referred to him often. Grandpa, King Lior VII, had been one of the greats. An all-around good man and benevolent leader. Smart as a whip and savvy in European diplomacy. I missed him like crazy.

“He’s probably not resting at all, and you know it. More than likely he’s chasing Grande around heaven,” I suggested.

“Your grandmother was a beautiful woman, Lior. I wouldn’t blame the king at all for not letting her get any peace up there,” Hans chuckled.

The car pulled through the service gates onto the palace grounds and parked in a hidden spot behind a short wall. Jon and I got out and made our way into the royal residential wing.

“Sorry about this,” I said again to my favorite guard. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep over there—truly.”

“One of these days your cock is going to fall off from skank rot.” He sniffed and looked down his nose at me as if he was the royal one.

“I’m safe,” I said. “And more often than not, I only fuck Iggy as you well know.” I was talking to myself more than anything. “I’ve known him since we were fourteen. I trust him with the royal scepter.”

Jon ignored the stupid joke and continued his lecture. “Maybe you should stop this hooking up bullshit and find someone. A nice man or woman you can build a life with.”

I stared at him like he was insane. “Yeah, right. A man. As if.”

He shrugged. “Sir, the prime minister of Luxem—”

“Save it,” I interrupted. “I know all about Xavier and Gauthier. That’s not the same thing as hereditary royalty, and we both know it. If the next heir to the throne married a man instead of a woman, my grandfather would roll over in his grave along with every monarch before him for a thousand years.”

“So, what are you going to do? Continue to sneak to Ignatius’s flat when you’re a fifty-year-old king?”

I felt my head begin to pound near my temple. It was a subject I’d considered ad nauseam for years. “No. I plan on finding a good woman to settle down with. Someone worthy of being the queen when the time comes. But right now, I’m going to sleep and hopefully not think about it for a few long years since my father is healthier than most men half his age. Good night.”

“See you in the morning, sir,” he said, holding open the door to the wing holding my private quarters.

Once in my apartment in the palace, I saw my valet sitting at the kitchen table in his button-up pajamas and bathrobe.

“Sir,” he sighed. “Don’t even tell me. I can smell the club smoke from here.”

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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.
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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.

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Nico: I left my family and tiny Texas hometown fifteen years ago to escape small-town gossips and to give my mom and sister the chance at a better life. But when a phone call from an attorney back home informs me that my sister passed away, leaving me custody of her newborn baby, I’m shocked out of the steady life I’ve built for myself running a tattoo shop in San Francisco. The thing is: I don’t do babies. And I don’t do small towns. Or commitment. And I especially don’t do family. My plan is to go back to Hobie just long enough to sign adoption papers, giving my niece the kind of stable, loving family I could never provide. But the moment I meet my niece in the arms of Weston Wilde, my sister’s best friend and the town’s handsome doctor, my plans begin to change. Because suddenly, I see a different future. One with the very thing I thought I never deserved: a family. If only I can convince West that I’m not the same good-for-nothing kid ready to bolt when things get tough. Weston: There’s one thing I know for sure about Nico Salerno: he was a good-for-nothing as a kid and judging by the purple-haired, tattoo’d punk who shows up at his sister’s funeral, he hasn’t changed. There’s no way I’m letting him take custody of my best friend’s baby. But the more time I spend around him, the more I realize that his rough exterior is just a shell and that beneath all the tattoos is a scared, insecure man searching for a place to belong. And pretty soon I know exactly where he belongs: in my bed and by my side. The problem is, he abandoned his family once before, how do I know that if we become a family he won’t do it again? Facing West is the first in the new Forever Wilde series about the huge Wilde family from Hobie, Texas, whose patriarchs aren’t above a little meddling if that’s what it takes to help their grandkids find true love.
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West—sixteen years ago

“Someone might hear us.”

I honestly didn’t care. I finally had a cute guy’s hands on me and was having a hard time keeping my breathing under control. I was sixteen and horny as heck, so my biggest concern was trying not to come before there was even a hand on my dick.

“Right there, yes.” I gasped as his hand finally fumbled awkwardly over my fly. Any shred of concern I’d had over making out in the movie theater of my small town had flown out the window the moment one of the hottest guys in school had leaned over during Spanish class and whispered those words into my ear.

“Quiero chuparte.” I want to suck you off.

What I’d originally thought was a joke had turned out to be an invitation.

I’d agreed to meet him at the movies the following night. I hadn’t known the guy very well since he was fairly new in town, but I was flattered as all hell he’d picked me to ask out. We’d been on the same baseball team for half a season, and I’d only just noticed him checking out my ass in my uniform pants a few weeks before.

Oh, he was sly about it for sure, but it was there. I’d tested my theory after a game one night when I made a show of leaning over to pick up some stray equipment right in front of him. I thought for sure he was going to stab someone with the wood he popped. When I’d caught him staring, he’d blushed crimson and spouted off a bunch of bullshit about my having something on the back of my uniform pants.

It had surprised me, to be honest. He was the kind of guy who cracked queer jokes and called everything he didn’t like “gay.” A typical sporty dude who fit the homophobe jock stereotype to a T. But once I realized he was into me, I assumed all that bluster was for show, done out of fear of being discovered as gay in small-town Texas.

I’d gotten up the nerve to throw him a wink, letting him know I was cool with it. After that, it was just a matter of dropping flirty hints here and there to see whether he’d flirt back or punch me in the face. Lucky for me, he’d flirted back. Well, maybe not flirted so much as whispered the hottest line of Spanish that had ever been spoken.

He fumbled for my zipper and finally got his hand into my pants. Thank fucking god.

“Yes,” I hissed as his hand wrapped around my cock.

“Shut the hell up or someone’s going to hear us,” he growled.

Like I cared. I was so hot and turned on my head was beginning to buzz.

“Oh god” I couldn’t help but gasp as his hand squeezed pressure up and down my raging hard-on. I remembered the giant wad of paper napkins I’d grabbed in the lobby and wanted to be ready so I didn’t have to walk out of the theater with giant come stains all over my clothes.

“Shh,” he snapped again. “Cut that shit out, or I’m stopping.”

Jeez, what was his problem?

“Gonna come.” I hissed through my teeth as quietly as I could. There was no telling why I even warned him. Maybe I had some fantastical notion he’d want to lurch forward and suck down my release like it was a gift from the gods or something. No such luck.

Regardless, my release hit in a blaze of fucking glory. I felt like the king of orgasms with come shooting everywhere. In my imagination, it spattered my chest, my face, my partner, the popcorn bucket, the seat in front of me, and the projector high above our last-row seats.

In reality, it barely covered the guy’s fist.

Because, let’s be real, I may or may not have already jacked off three times that day in anticipation of the hookup.

After tossing him some of the rough paper napkins from my pocket, I used others to wipe myself off before tucking everything away again.

Once we were cleaned up and facing front, I watched the group of actors preparing to rob a bank on the big screen. My movie partner mumbled something, and I turned to face him.

“What?”

“That’s a little selfish, don’t you think?”

The high I’d been riding came crashing down with his words.

He continued. “Seems to me, you owe me one,” he said with a smirk, unbuckling his belt and opening his own pants.

It’s not that I disagreed—for sure I wanted him to feel as good as I had, but I’d just kind of thought we’d go for round two after catching our breaths and then he could be on the receiving end.

Honestly, it didn’t matter to me. I was horny enough to make out like that all night long. And with someone that sexy? Yes please. Sign me up. If things kept going that way, I’d have an actual boyfriend by the end of the night.

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