A Wild Heart, an all-new single mom second chance standalone romance full of heat and emotion from USA Today bestselling author Amie Knight is available now!
I lost a huge piece of myself the day my husband was killed in action. In the months that followed, I felt like my grief would swallow me whole.
My only solace was my daughter, whose bright light guided me through the darkest of times.
I never wanted to meet someone else.
I vowed to never fall in love again, especially with a marine.
It was supposed to be no strings attached and for a while it was.
But Weston Reeves’s grumpy soul called to my tortured one.
Maybe it was the midnight rides on his bike or the way that only I could make him smile.
He lit me up, set my body afire, and for the first time in five years made me feel alive.
Our relationship was probably the worst gamble I’d ever taken.
But my stupid, wild heart needed him, even if our love was destined to burn me to ashes.
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My Thoughts:
I love a book that can have me in tears that rip all of my deeply buried emotions out of my heart and mend it with a beautiful love story that isn't all sunshine and roses. This book does exactly that - and so much more!
Emily has her (understandable) reasons for not wanting to get involved with someone she could easily lose again. But after her one night stand has her repeatedly reaching out for him, she realizes that she can't fight what is meant to be. I love the relationship she has with her daughter and the friendship that she develops with Miranda. As a southern woman myself, I can relate to the part ingrained into us to be externally stoic and strong. Emily's ability to grow beyond that is one of the most beautiful aspects of the story.
Weston's own personal pain and loss cuts through the heart, too. He realizes how abnormal it seems that him and Emily connected through sadness and pain, yet I think it's what sets this book apart from others. His mother is a hoot and clearly where Weston gets some of his own darker humor - especially when it comes to Emily. He challenges her in all the best ways.
The chemistry set my own heart on fire - spectacularly written! Even in their hard-headed moments, it's obvious that these two are the healing source the other needs. The power behind their love, chemistry, and healing make this one of my new favorite reads this year.
I received a complimentary copy for reviewing purposes. All opinions are my own.
Excerpt
“I just came by to say that a couple of weeks ago was a mistake and it can’t happen
again.” I chewed on my bottom lip.
What in the ever-loving hell was wrong with me?
His lip twitched as I heard what sounded like a snort come from his nose. Then
he turned away from me and headed back into his stupid garage.
“Did you just snort at me?” I shrieked.
This time he shook his head and chuckled low, completely ignoring me, and
went back to work on his bike like I wasn’t even there.
And because I was completely insane, I followed him into that garage and stood
a foot from him. “Did you hear what I said? I said it was a mistake. The whole thing. The
entire night.”
He nodded, not even looking up from his bike. “I heard you, babe.”
I swung back on the heels of my sneakers. “Well, good.” I turned on those same
heels to get out of there like the fires of hell were licking at them.
“But that ain’t why you came all the way out here,” he said so lowly I almost
didn’t hear him.
I turned, staring at him even as he continued to ignore me for tinkering with
something on his bike. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me,” he said, standing up and finally looking at me. “You didn’t come
over here just to tell a one-night stand the whole thing was a mistake.” He prowled
toward me slowly, still cleaning his hands with that rag nonchalantly like he wasn’t
coming toward me like a lion stalking its prey.
And I’d somehow managed to corner myself in the back of his garage, as far
away as possible from the garage opening. Still, I raised my chin and straightened my
spine. “Why the hell did I come all the way out here then?” I started walking myself
backward even though I was putting on a brave face.
Tell me. Tell me why I came all the way out here and give it to me. Make me
forget.
When he’d finally cornered me in the garage right next to what appeared to be
the door to enter his house, he smiled like the cat that ate the canary and my skin
prickled even as I felt my nipples harden beneath my shirt.
Oh, God.
He dropped the dirty rag and brought his hands up on either side of my head,
caging me in against the wall. “Come on, baby.” He ran his nose down the length of
mine and my breath caught. “We both know why you came here.”
I lifted my chin in pretend defiance when all I wanted to do was lick the seam of
his gorgeous, supple lips.
“Hmmm, what did I come here for then?” I whispered, feeling dizzy and hot, a
deep ache between my legs that I’d never felt before.
He smelled like motor oil and soap and God, it took everything in my power not
to grind against his leg that was pushed between mine.
He gave me a barely there smile that never quite met his eyes. “You came here
because you missed me,” he growled, moving further into my body even though I’d
thought we were as close as two people would get.
My nipples rubbed against his chest and I could feel his heart beating against
my own. Our breaths mingled as I trembled against him, but he was wrong. I hadn’t
missed him. But I had missed this.
I gave him a smile of my own as I moved my hand between us and rubbed the hard
length of him, squeezing at the base. “Oh, honey, I haven’t missed you a bit, but I have
missed him.”
A low chuckle echoed throughout the garage that sent goose bumps across my
skin before, suddenly, my body was turned, my front pushed crudely against the wall
until I was forced to turn my face to the side to avoid hurting my nose.
I panted, my heart thundering wildly in my chest. He was right. This was what I’d
come for. The feeling of floating. Being weightless. The high of his body touching mine.
The way it made me forget. The way it made me feel alive.
About Amie Knight
Amie Knight has been a reader for as long as she could remember and a romance lover
since she could get her hands on her momma's books. A dedicated wife and mother with a love of music and makeup, she won’t ever be seen leaving the house without her
eyebrows and eyelashes done just right. When she isn't reading and writing, you can
catch her jamming out in the car with her two kids to 90s R&B, country, and showtunes.
Amie draws inspiration from her childhood in Columbia, South Carolina, and can't imagine living anywhere other than the South.
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