Jasinda Wilder

Not So Goode Jasinda Wilder

I've done everything right, my whole life. I never snuck out, never partied, never drank, never even had a high school boyfriend. Got all the best grades, got into all the best schools. I received not one, but TWO Ivy League University degrees. Had the paper-perfect fiancé, the paper-perfect life. And then it all fell apart. My fiancé cheated on me with my boss. I quit my job, left my fancy, upper-crust Boston condo, dumped my cheating fiancé...quit my entire life, basically. Took to day-drinking and bingeing Netflix. And then my younger sister Lexie calls me in a panic. She needs me to come rescue her, but won't say from what, just that I need to come get her...at her university...in New York. Which leads Lexie and I on road trip across the country. We form the no-bra man-hating day-drinkers roadtrip club...membership two. And then I...ummm...overindulge just a little bit, at a country music festival. Get harassed by assholes. Have to be saved by tall, dark, and handsome man named Crow. Crow turns my whole world upside down. He shows me what real pleasure is. Shows me what I've been missing my whole life...what a man can and should do to make a woman feel really, really good. He's bad. Dangerous. Wild. He has a bad mouth, hard fists, and a dark, mysterious past. And a talented tongue. And hands I find myself wanting all over me, in a desperate way I thought was only real in the romances I read. And now, suddenly, I find myself wanting a wild mustang of a man, an untamable force of nature...and wondering if there's room in my safe, orderly, good girl world for him. Or if maybe I can learn how to be...not so good.* * *She's everything good and sweet and innocent in the world, and I'm a hard-fisted brawler, an outlaw with a bloodstained past. I'm the exact, polar opposite to everything Charlie Goode is. I want her-I want her quick mind and her soft skin, her sexy curves and her sharp tongue. I want her body, and I want her soul. But I can't have her. When she finds out about the bloody, violent truth of my past, she won't want anything to do with me. She'll run away as fast and as far as she can, because I'm not meant for a sweet, innocent thing like her. Until then, though, I plan on getting her a little dirty. Showing her some of the wild side where I live my life. Take what I can get, and enjoy the ride, and worry about the state of my heart later. You know what they say about the best laid plans, though.