A LITTLE TOO WILD, an exhilarating brother’s best friend sports romance from USA Today Bestselling Author, Devney Perry, is available now!
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He’s not the only one who loves a thrill. Together we’re a little too wild…
Crew Madigan is a snowboarding legend. He’s gorgeous, rich, famous and every woman’s dream. Well, except mine. I’ll take a nerdy guy with a clumsy streak who wouldn’t know what to do with a pair of skis to save his life. Superstar athletes? No, thanks. World champions? Hard pass. Crew? Definitely not.
It’s been over a decade since Crew set foot on Madigan Mountain. Instead of sitting with his family during his brother’s wedding, he takes the chair beside mine. ESPN really doesn’t do that chiseled jaw justice. The cameras miss the flecks of gold in his eyes. When he invites me to his hotel room after the wedding, I break all of my own rules for just one night.
But here’s the problem with just one night. Crew is impossible to forget. And he’s not the only one who loves a thrill. The crash, the broken bones, are inevitable. Because together, we’re a little too wild.
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“…a page-turning love story as exhilarating as the first run down a mountain packed with fresh snow.” ~Danielle, Red Cheeks Reads
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Holy hell, was he something. It kept throwing me off-balance. Crew had always been gorgeous, but now that I knew what he tasted like, exactly how he could use that incredible body, I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
He was here until Sunday. What if this was a no-strings, casual, sex-only—
No. Noooo. Nope. I had rules. I had rules for a reason, and I’d already broken them on Saturday.
No athletes. No skiers. No snowboarders. Certainly not River’s BFF.
Crew shoved his sunglasses into his hair, then turned and locked those brown eyes with mine. They had just as many gold flecks as they’d had at the wedding. Mixed with the smooth chocolate color were striations the color of caramel and whiskey.
That brilliant gaze dropped to my lips.
Mine dropped to his.
I wasn’t sure who surged first. But before I could blink, our mouths were fused and Crew’s tongue slid against my own.
God, yes. Who cared about rules when a man could kiss like this? He licked at my lower lip, then fluttered his tongue. He’d done the same on Saturday night between my legs and fuck . . . My entire body went up in flames, needing to strip him out of those clothes.
Sitting in the snow, on a mountaintop, I was on fire.
His hands came to my face, his gloves cold and soft against my skin. Except I didn’t want soft. I wanted hard and fast and anything to satisfy this ache.
“Crew,” I moaned, fisting his coat, holding him close.
He tore his lips away, our breaths mingling as we panted.
“You need to leave me alone,” I whispered.
“River,” I lied. He was the easiest excuse. Really, I didn’t trust myself around Crew.
“River doesn’t need to know everything, Raven.” He let me go, shoving to his feet and holding out a hand to help me up.
My ass was frozen from sitting that long. I wanted Crew to help me warm it up.
“I’m leaving Sunday,” he said. “How about we make a deal?”
“If you beat me down the hill, I’ll leave you alone. But if I beat you down the hill, you come to my room tonight.”
I huffed. “That hardly seems fair. You snowboard for a living.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right. You don’t stand a chance against me.”
Why did I have a feeling he wasn’t talking about snowboarding? I rolled my eyes, but as he stood there smirking, I reached up and knocked the sunglasses off his hair. Then I shoved forward and took off down the mountain.
“Cheater!” he called.
I laughed as I flew down the slope, giving it everything I had to beat him to the base. I’d just rounded the last turn that would take me to the bottom of the chairlift when a flash of red came from the corner of my eye.
Crew streaked past me, like I’d hardly been moving, coming to a sliding halt next to an empty ski rack. Damn.
I stopped beside him, panting and unable to contain my smile.
“Nice try, baby.” He smirked.
I bent and unstrapped my boots from my board. When I was free, I took a step closer, speaking so only he could hear. “You’re so sure, aren’t you?”
“So sure of what?”
“That I didn’t just let you win.”
About Devney Perry:
Devney is a USA Today bestselling author. Born and raised in Montana, she loves writing books set in her treasured home state. After working in the technology industry for nearly a decade, she abandoned conference calls and project schedules to enjoy a slower pace at home with her husband and two sons. Writing one book, let alone many, was not something she ever expected to do. But now that she’s discovered her true passion for writing romance, she has no plans to ever stop. Devney loves hearing from readers! Connect with her on social media.
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