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To Claim a Wilde
Kimberly Kaye Terry
A Wilde man will lasso your heart Naomi McBride left her Wyoming town to pursue her dream of becoming a doctor. But saving her family ranch from foreclosure trumps everything now. That's why the pediatrician has arrived in Cheyenne to confront Canton Wilde. The fabulously wealthy oil tycoon may be part of a far-reaching scheme to take the McBride lands. So why is this man with the haunting midnight-blue eyes tempting her to trust in the desire he's awakening–feelings she vowed never to give in to again?The curvaceous beauty that shows up unannounced at his homestead is a challenge Canton can't ignore. The Wilde heir has one ironclad rule: never mix business and pleasure. Only now he's in too deep to care. Will the truth about a secret he's keeping sabotage his future with Naomi? Or will their sizzling affair become a lifetime of love?
A Wilde man will lasso your heart
Naomi McBride left her Wyoming town to pursue her dream of becoming a doctor. But saving her family ranch from foreclosure trumps everything now. That’s why the pediatrician has arrived in Cheyenne to confront Canton Wilde. The fabulously wealthy oil tycoon may be part of a far-reaching scheme to take the McBride lands. So why is this man with the haunting midnight-blue eyes tempting her to trust in the desire he’s awakening—feelings she vowed never to give in to again?
The curvaceous beauty that shows up unannounced at his homestead is a challenge Canton can’t ignore. The Wilde heir has one ironclad rule: never mix business and pleasure. Only now he’s in too deep to care. Will the truth about a secret he’s keeping sabotage his future with Naomi? Or will their sizzling affair become a lifetime of love?
She exhaled the breath she had been holding and slowly dragged in another breath. His unique scent, familiar after seven years, rushed over her. It hadn’t changed. Just like he hadn’t.
Her eyes fluttered, partially closing, and she stumbled slightly, unsteady and shaky.
Canton moved as though to steady her, his fingers barely making contact with her elbow.
That one touch, a barely there touch, really, was enough to make a thousand memories wash over her.
Her hand reached out to the slight stubble on his lean cheek, unknowingly making contact, and his hand covered hers. His jaw was rough with a few days worth of growth.
She remembered the feel of that roughness against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh...
His nostrils flared as she held his glance. His face lowered, as though to kiss her, and it snapped her out of her odd trance.
Embarrassed, Naomi recoiled as if he had struck her, her hand falling away from the near, telling contact.
A flood of heat flushed her cheeks. She glanced up to see his face had lost the temporary softening, and the unreadable expression was stamped across his handsome features again.
Dear Reader (#u84310b22-c324-5eac-bc1e-8730aa5933cd),
Wow, it’s been a while since my Wilde men have made an appearance! Blame that on the author of their saga, and not the men. They’ve been chomping at the bit, grumbling and demanding I continue their story... And, well, they’re back! Hotter, sexier and, of course, wilder than ever. I’d like to introduce you to Naomi and Canton, as well as a new branch of the Wildes.
Still in Wyoming, still Wilde, still amazing men!
What do you do with a hardheaded, rough and rugged billionaire oil tycoon determined to make the one who “got away” pay for leaving? The same thing you do with an independent, stubborn woman who is just as determined to thwart the Wilde billionaire oil tycoon and beat him at his own game...sit back and watch the fireworks that are sure to happen. Just like I did as I wrote their story! ;)
I hope you enjoy reading the next installment of the Wildes, Naomi and Canton’s story, as much as I enjoyed writing it! I love hearing from you. Feel free to drop me a line at Kimberly@kimberlykayeterry.com!
As always, keep it sexy, my divas! ;)
Kimberly Kaye Terry
To Claim a Wilde
Kimberly Kaye Terry
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
KIMBERLY KAYE TERRY’s love for reading romances began at an early age. To date she’s an award-winning author of over twenty novels in romance, paranormal romance and erotic romance, has garnered acclaim for her work and happily calls writing her full-time job. Kimberly has a bachelor’s degree in social work and a master’s degree in human relations and has held licenses in social work and mental health therapy in the United States and abroad.
She and her daughter volunteer weekly at various social-service agencies, and Kimberly is a long-standing member of Zeta Phi Beta Sorority, Inc., a community-conscious organization. Kimberly is a naturalist and practices aromatherapy. She believes in embracing the powerful woman within each of us and meditates on a regular basis. Kimberly would love to hear from you. Visit her at kimberlykayeterry.com (http://www.kimberlykayeterry.com).
I have a few dedications, so bear with me.
First, to my amazing kiddo, Hannah. She is, and has always been, an amazing young person. It’s my true blessing to see her grow up into such a wonderful young lady. Even when she thinks I’ll let her wear my stilettos. Not even... ;) Momma loves you, baby girl!
To my fans. I’m a blessed woman to have some of the BEST, sexiest, funniest, craziest and, most of all, supportive reading divas! You all are, absolutely, the best. After having major surgery, I was knocked off my feet for nearly a year. There were days I wanted to scream as I dealt with recovery, physical therapy and everything that goes along with major surgery. I received so many beautiful emails from you all, emails that often helped me power through the pain and finish this story!! I’m better, and now back to writing full-time again. And so, of course, that means I have so many Wildes in my head yelling at me to tell their story, and I plan to write them for you. I love you all!
I’d like to also dedicate this to two people who were patient, understanding and just plain awesome as I went through some hard days recovering, when I just didn’t feel like writing. Glenda Howard, my amazing editor, and Ethan Ellenberg, my equally amazing agent. I have no words for how supportive you two were. I do have them, but I don’t want to cry and mess up my makeup. A diva has to keep her composure!
Last, but not least, to two women who are more like sisters than friends: Yolanda Turner and Marvenette White. I don’t know what I would have done without you two...and you know why. Don’t worry...I won’t tell, lol!
Contents
Cover (#ud5950cc5-f286-5aa8-ab07-c5d05f08f04b)
Back Cover Text (#u408d2529-07c5-568d-b764-db3ad56cc26a)
Introduction (#uc3b85c33-497d-537f-be5c-e623dad6e8db)
Dear Reader
Title Page (#u655e3dc1-fb5e-513a-9dd0-22ee364aa7d0)
About the Author (#ub5cb1c3e-d1a0-5b1c-a0c1-d25ca4b7b9a7)
Dedication (#u8895e943-87e6-5d3c-8941-d56223a00a72)
Chapter 1 (#ulink_060f3e38-cfc2-526a-be36-a82ee680eadd)
Chapter 2 (#ulink_48015bd1-e19b-582e-bcb2-59461d48279e)
Chapter 3 (#ulink_9a909878-cdac-5618-86ed-5727ea8228db)
Chapter 4 (#ulink_72756f92-f22d-545c-b68b-30adc6c9e199)
Chapter 5 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 6 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 7 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 8 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 9 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 10 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 11 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 12 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 13 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 14 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 15 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 16 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 17 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 18 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 19 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 20 (#litres_trial_promo)
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 1 (#ulink_cc271356-9a20-5b05-a4f9-24b9fbea38bf)
“Hey, Canton, check her out, damn. Man...now that’s what you call fine as hell!”
Canton Wilde barely refrained from wincing at the sound of his friend’s booming voice that he could still hear over the loud pumping music being blasted by the massive speakers throughout the building.
Ray was a great friend, great employee, great drinking partner and overall great guy...but volume control, especially when he’d been drinking, was definitely not his strength.
Or something easy to ignore.
The fact that Ray was doing his damnedest to find a candidate for Canton for a one-night stand didn’t make it any easier to ignore either his friend’s loud voice or his intentions.
Yet he’d allowed Ray to convince him to come out for “game night” at one of their favorite watering holes.
He glanced toward the woman Ray was obviously talking about, his beer halfway to his mouth, giving her a casual once-over.
The tall, striking blonde was eyeing him as though he was manna from heaven and her last supper.
He ran an assessing glance over the woman, head to toe, as she posed, cue in hand, butt reared out as she leaned over the pool table, readying her shot.
Already tall, she wore red stilettos that matched the barely there body-hugging scarlet dress, which left nothing to the imagination.
The plunging neckline pushed and pressed up a truly mouthwatering set of breasts, Canton thought, in pure masculine appreciation.
Probably fake.
But hell, she wore ’em well, he thought.
As she leaned over the cue, he knew it was all for show; she’d angled herself to give Canton a good long look at what she had to offer. She was poised for maximum effect, showing off her full hips and round behind.
He briefly wondered if her ass was fake, too. With the growing trend it wasn’t out of the ordinary. He liked a nice rear end on a woman, just like the next man. But he preferred the real deal. One that was firm, but soft to touch.
She made the shot and flipped Canton a triumphant smile, showing perfect winter-white teeth.
She turned to her pool partner, another female, and gave her a high five for the well-made shot before hopping up on her stool.
She wrapped her long hand with its dagger-length crimson-painted nails around her glass and took a delicate sip of her drink.
Canton’s attention, oddly, focused on her long nails, and how perfectly sculpted they were...and how unappealing they were to him.
Something else new for him.
Before, he would have been imagining what those nails could do on his body.
She casually positioned her shapely legs at a perfect angle for Canton to see that she was sans panties. Then flashed him a wink.
If the vibe the blonde was giving off hadn’t been an indication of her interest in him, definitely the audacious flash of bare ass and show of her kitty was, as she returned his stare, boldly and equally assessing.
Her full crimson lips turned up in a seductive little grin...a calculated grin, as she held his gaze.
Canton knew immediately that she was down for...whatever.
But Canton was not.
As attractive and obviously willing as she was, Canton just wasn’t interested.
He gave her a barely discernible nod of acknowledgment for the well-played shot and with a small salute of his beer, brought the bottle to his mouth and turned away.
As he shifted away, Canton noticed her crimson lips turn downward in a soured look of irritation and a hint of embarrassment.
He just wasn’t interested. Not in a one-night stand and definitely not with a woman he didn’t know, not tonight.
In fact, he hadn’t felt the need for that type of adult play in a while. Had it been six months ago, and had he been a single man, no doubt about it, it would have been a different scenario playing out.
But a lot had happened in his world over the past six months, things that made a man look at the world in a slightly different way.
“What the...” He turned at Ray’s incredulous tone. “Are you serious?” Canton barely refrained from truly laughing out loud at the disbelieving look that crossed his friend’s dark brown face. Unknown to him, Ray had been watching the entire exchange.
“Man, you havegot to be kidding me!” He shook his head, momentarily at a loss for words. “I thought you were a Wilde!”
Canton’s eyes narrowed as he swallowed the beer lodged in his throat.
He turned to the bartender and nodded his head for another before turning back to face his friend.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean, Ray?” he asked, mildly interested in Ray’s response. “Because I’m a Wilde, I have some obligation to screw any willing female?” he scoffed.
“Uh, yeah... Hell yeah, that’s what it means,” was Ray’s unrepentant reply, forcing a rusty laugh from Canton.
Canton turned back and accepted the beer the bartender had placed in front of him.
