Series: Alex Wilde #1
Publication date: November 18th, 2020
Synopsis:
He had awoken something in her the first night they met--a rebirth of hope for irrevocable love, a love so powerful that it canceled out the burden of her pain.
Dr. Alexandra Wilde is brilliant, driven, and wholly dedicated to her profession. Caring for critically ill children has taken her across the globe from Mongolia to Haiti to her current assignment in Gaborone, Botswana. Her life is full of excitement, tragedy, and personal sacrifice with little room for anything or anyone else. She has always welcomed any adventure... except for the one wearing the face of billionaire mining heir and international playboy, Ian Devall. He is arrogant, charming and utterly disenchanted. However, when circumstances thrust him into her life, she is captivated by a glimpse of his deeper character and drawn into a blazing romance. An ensuing path of self-discovery leads her to reopen the wounds of her past, and she must choose between the life she always imagined... or one she never dreamed was possible.
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Excerpt
Reclining in the corner armchair, she had heard the front door close, followed by heavy steps on the stairs before his face appeared in the doorway. An entire plotline happened across his features--consternation, disbelief, the dawn of realization, and unadulterated elation. Ian had said nothing, with words at least. He simply walked into the middle of the room and stared longingly at her bare legs and his white dress shirt barely covering her torso. She watched the flames ignite for a split second before his arms scooped her out of the chair. Her bare legs wound around his waist, and he kissed her as if the world was literally ending.
Alex swept the room, her gaze parallel to the floor, observing the carnage of their discarded garments, specifically her red underwear that had been ripped in half at some point, possible with Ian's upper incisors. They had oscillated between murmuring quietly to each other and making love not so quietly until the streetlights outside snapped off in anticipation of the day to come.
Strong fingers traced her vertebrae, fingers that had explored every second of her body last night in glorious detail.
"Don't move," Ian whispered, and she felt the bed creak as he pushed up to a sitting position.
"What are you doing over there?"
"Imprinting this visual in my memory for all eternity," he said simply.
"What?" she flipped her head around and saw that he was reclined on a pile of fluffy white pillows, eyes narrowed but notably wanton and naked except for the flannel sheet barely covering his manhood.
"You," he breathed, extending one hand to brush the hair from her face, "are the most beautiful creature I've ever seen."
Alex said nothing, unwilling to break the trance-like bubble shimmering in the air around them.
"An angel... an angel."
He rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip. She opened her mouth and bit this thumb playfully.
"I'm pretty sure angels don't scream sexually charged profanity."
"I'm pretty sure mine does."
They laughed, and suddenly she wasn't near close enough to him. She sat up quickly and used her momentum to pounce on top of him like a lioness, draping the sheet over herself like a hooded cape. She was a nanosecond from kissing him when a violent knock on the front door caused the magical bubble to make a nearly audible pop.
HK Jacobs graduated from Baylor College of Medicine and has spent her life as a physician traveling the globe caring for children. She also has a Master of Public Health from the University of Texas with a concentration in global health and completed her thesis in Port au Prince, Haiti. She currently resides in Texas, where she practices pediatric critical care medicine and strives to live the life she imagined. Wilde Type is her debut novel.
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