Left For Wild by Harloe Rae
Arrested. Wrongfully accused. Sentenced to ten years.
But the steel bars release me early.
After serving half of my time for a crime I didn’t commit, they grant me parole—with a very short leash. My second chance at freedom begins now, and I won’t waste it. I should’ve been paying more attention.
Ambushed. Captured. Stranded.
When I wake in the depths of a snowy forest, all seems lost. I’ve been left alone in the wilderness with zero means of escape. Until someone rouses beside me.
I recognize Blakely Cross instantly, yet she’s barely more than a stranger. Now she’s stuck with me in the worst possible place, as collateral damage.
Blakely blames me, and rightfully so. This entire situation is my fault. Our destinies are inadvertently twisted together by forces far larger than us. Whether she hates me or not, we need each other to stay alive.
Cope. Adapt. Persevere.
They tossed us out to be buried, but underestimated our determination. The bond we’re building will overcome the harshest conditions.
And we’re not willing to surrender.
Expected publication: October 22nd 2020
Here’s a little taste of Left for Wild, from the prologue. All the swoon coming soon!
With a shove, the guard steers me toward the visitation area. A woman exits one of the private rooms in front of us. With hair the color of melted chocolate, she immediately catches my eye. Those cascading waves tumble around a pair of slender shoulders and shine under the harsh fluorescent lights. A grumble leaves me, from my stomach and parts below the waist. She’s a damn vision, one I have no right to see.
A deep inhale grants me a whiff of the sweetest smell. Her perfume prods at a faint memory of what nature smells like after a rainstorm. That fresh aroma chases away the ever-present and pungent stench of mold. She’s a calm breeze in the peak of summer, and turning me into a drooling hound.
The moment our gazes clash should’ve felt like an invasion. With a single glance into those bottomless baby blues, she strikes too deep. That’s a serious offense in our current surroundings. Any prolonged amount of eye contact could get a person shanked in the joint. But this woman is openly staring as if she doesn’t have a choice. I find myself ensnared in her flame just the same.
For her sake, this better be the one and only time she visits. Places like this tarnish anything pure and decent. She doesn’t belong within fifty miles of this toxic dump. I absently wonder what’s brought her by. That curiosity wiggles into my foggy thoughts as I continue to gawk. Her smile is shy and reaches the weak spots I keep hidden beneath the layers of scars. I want to return the grin, maybe tack on a wink, but exchanging flirty gestures is pointless. She’s a distraction I can’t afford. But I’m only human, and a starving man at that. I allow my gaze to linger for another beat, catching the tilt as her glossy lips tip higher.
This woman is the type of trouble that wars begin over.
© Harloe Rae, 2020