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Wild Revenge: The Dangerous Jacob Wilde / The Ruthless Caleb Wilde / The Merciless Travis Wilde
Sandra Marton
The Wilde BrothersAddison McDowell has heard all about Jake Wilde’s shameless past – and his scarred, solitary present. But her focus is her future – which won’t include the impossibly arrogant Jacob! Addison has no idea how to handle a searing attraction to a man she knows cannot love her back.Years of relentless work have hardened lawyer Caleb Wilde’s heart, until one New York night changes everything. Now he’s haunted by the memory of tangled sheets, unrivalled passion and one woman – Sage Dalton. Nothing can satiate his burning desire for her.Travis Wilde doesn’t do love or commitment – but he’d never turn down a willing woman and a king-sized bed! Normally innocence like Jennie Cooper’s would have the same effect as a cold shower, yet her determination and mouth-watering curves have him burning up all over!
Wild Revenge
The Dangerous Jacob Wilde
The Ruthless Caleb Wilde
The Merciless Travis Wilde
Sandra Marton
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Table of Contents
Cover (#u7c1eadb8-e9f5-511d-965f-8e714b8cdace)
Title Page (#u1e6991a4-b397-5f3a-804f-4dfe6bfc46be)
About the Author (#u5c6220db-f3c1-50d2-97d7-bd427bc8eb4e)
The Dangerous Jacob Wilde (#uc027be66-0110-5068-b742-93c3b7cf5c5b)
CHAPTER ONE (#ue0a59ae2-f88c-5552-bd79-6f6b635418e1)
CHAPTER TWO (#uceb50660-5c9e-5d9f-a58a-d84b2767021b)
CHAPTER THREE (#u41ea5cec-004d-59dc-9bba-976208a9c771)
CHAPTER FOUR (#ue3ffad0c-54f3-5139-814a-0555985318db)
CHAPTER FIVE (#ufec4139c-5070-59ac-8fb0-0aa0d153b472)
CHAPTER SIX (#ua25a0784-88fd-5c0b-b655-a46cb2e5a035)
CHAPTER SEVEN (#uf7d990c7-e8bf-59d7-802e-ef3e26632c8d)
CHAPTER EIGHT (#u9cbc3349-4096-59a3-aea4-99b1f0058098)
CHAPTER NINE (#u0e4417e6-dbc7-555a-87dc-23fe1c722533)
CHAPTER TEN (#u11ae3cdd-a9f3-5bf7-aef7-b5ad8f56c815)
CHAPTER ELEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWELVE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER THIRTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
The Ruthless Caleb Wilde (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER ONE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWO (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER THREE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER FOUR (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER FIVE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER SIX (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER SEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER EIGHT (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER NINE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER ELEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWELVE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER THIRTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
The Merciless Travis Wilde (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER ONE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWO (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER THREE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER FOUR (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER FIVE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER SIX (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER SEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)
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CHAPTER ELEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWELVE (#litres_trial_promo)
EPILOGUE (#litres_trial_promo)
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Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
SANDRA MARTON wrote her first novel while she was still in primary school. Her doting parents told her she’d be a writer some day, and Sandra believed them. In secondary school and college she wrote dark poetry nobody but her boyfriend understood – though, looking back, she suspects he was just being kind. As a wife and mother she wrote murky short stories in what little spare time she could manage, but not even her boyfriend turned-husband could pretend to understand those. Sandra tried her hand at other things, among them teaching and serving on the Board of Education in her home town, but the dream of becoming a writer was always in her heart.
At last Sandra realised she wanted to write books about what all women hope to find: love with that one special man, love that’s rich with fire and passion, love that lasts for ever. She wrote a novel, her very first, and sold it to Mills & Boon Modern Romance. Since then she’s written more than sixty books, all of them featuring sexy, gorgeous, larger than-life heroes. A four-time RITA award finalist, she’s also received five Romantic Times magazine awards, and has been honoured with RT’s Career Achievement Award for Series Romance. Sandra lives with her very own sexy, gorgeous, larger than-life hero in a sun-filled house on a quiet country lane in the north-eastern United States.
The Dangerous Jacob Wilde (#ulink_3c5745fc-a027-5763-947a-e878e5745b14)
Sandra Marton
CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_9db5a65e-4240-59ff-8b84-a39312c52d04)
ALL HIS LIFE, Jake Wilde had been a man women wanted and men envied.
At sixteen, he was a football hero. He had his pilot’s license. He dated the Homecoming Queen … and all the princesses in her court, one at a time, of course, because he had scruples—and because, even then, he understood women.
He was smart, too, and ruggedly good-looking, enough so that some guy had once stopped him on the street in Dallas to ask if he’d ever considered heading east to sign as a model.
Jake almost decked him until he realized it wasn’t a come-on but a serious offer. He thanked him, said, “No,” and could hardly wait to drive his truck back to his family’s enormous ranch so he could laugh about it with his brothers.
In a word, life was good.
Time blurred.
College. Three years of it, anyway. Then, for reasons that made sense at the time, he’d enlisted.
One way or another, all the Wildes had served their country, Travis as a hotshot fighter pilot, Caleb as an operative in one of those alphabet-soup government agencies nobody talked about. For Jake, it had been the army and a coveted assignment, flying Blackhawk helicopters on dangerous missions.
Then, in a heartbeat, everything changed.
His world. His life. The very principles that had always defined him.
And yet—
And yet, some things did not change.
He hadn’t quite realized that until a night in early spring as he tooled along a pitch-black Texas road, heading for home.
Jake scowled into the darkness.
Correction.
He was heading for the place where he’d grown up. He didn’t think of it as home anymore, didn’t think of any place as home.
He’d been away four long years. To be precise, four years, one month and fourteen days.
Still, the road seemed as familiar as the back of his hand.
So had the drive from the Dallas-Fort Worth airport.
Fifty miles of highway, the turn onto Country Road 227, the endless length of it bordered on either side by fence posts, the cattle standing still as sentinels in the quiet of night and then, almost an hour later, the bashed-in section of fence that seemed to have always marked the juncture where a nameless dirt road angled off to old man Chambers’s spread.
And he’d only stopped to check for IEDs once.
A record.
Jake made the turn onto the road, even after all these years automatically steering the ‘63 Thunderbird around the pothole by the bashed-in fence that marked the Chambers boundary. It was on the old man’s land, which was why nobody had filled it in.
“Don’t need nobody messin’ with my property,” Elijah Chambers would mumble if anyone was foolish enough to suggest it.
Jake’s father despised the old guy but then, the General despised anybody who wasn’t into spit and polish.
Even his own sons.
You grew up with a four-star father, you were expected to lead a four-star life.
Caleb used to say that when they were kids. Or maybe it had been Travis.
Maybe it had even been him, Jake thought, and came as close to a smile as he had in a very long time, but he squelched it, fast.
A man learned to avoid smiling when the end result might scare the crap out of small children.
Jake drummed his fingers against the steering wheel.
Maybe his best move was to turn the car around and head for …
Where?
Not D.C. Not the hospital. If he never saw another hospital in his lifetime, it would be too soon. Not the base or his town house in Georgetown. Too many memories and besides, he didn’t belong on the base or in D.C. anymore, and he’d sold the town house, signed the papers just yesterday.
The truth was, he didn’t belong anywhere, not even here in Texas and absolutely not on the half million acres of rolling hills and grassland that was El Sueño.
Which was why he had no intention of staying very long.
His brothers knew it and were doing their best to talk him out of leaving.
“This is where you belong, man,” Travis had said.
“This is your home,” Caleb had added. “Just settle in, take it easy for a while, get your bearings while you figure out what you want to do next.”
