Janelle Denison - Too Wilde to Tame

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The seventh book in the Wilde series, 2005

For all of you who have been anxiously awaiting Cameron Sinclair and Mia Wilde's story-here it is! Out of all the Wilde stories I've written, this one has been the most anticipated-and my personal favorite to date. When I first created the Wilde family, I knew that Mia's story would be something special, especially since she was the only girl and the baby of the family. When Mia and Cameron made their first appearance together in Wilde Thing, there was no denying who she was meant to be with. From the get-go, the chemistry between these two was smoldering hot, and in Too Wilde to Tame, all it took was one unbelievably hot kiss to send these two over the edge and into a fiery, passionate relationship that takes them both by surprise.

As I was writing Too Wilde to Tame I discovered that there was so much more to Mia than her outrageous personality and smart mouth. I learned that she'd been deeply and emotionally affected by her mother's death, and as Cameron and I gradually began to peel away the layers of that sexy facade she hid behind, we both revealed a woman who was hiding a wealth of insecurities. It took a special man like Cameron to understand and accept who Mia really was, and finally be the one to embrace that wild spirit of hers.

For those of you who might be reading about the Wilde family for the first time, I hope you enjoy this story enough to want to read about the rest of the Wilde gang. So far, there are six stories (with more to come!), and those books can still be found at your favorite on-line book source or at your local bookstore.

Once you finish Too Wilde to Tame, I'm certain you're going to want to know if Joel Wilde is going to get his own story. Yes, he is! I have a bodyguard-type story in mind for him that is going to be hot, hot, hot! His story will spin off into my Elite series and will feature five new sexy heroes who served in the Marines together and who are now all working for the same security specialist firm.

For now, enjoy Mia and Cameron's story, and be sure to visit my website at www.janelledenison.com to read more about the Wilde series, check out my upcoming releases, and enter my monthly giveaway contest.

Happy Reading!

Janelle Denison

www.janelledenison.com

CAMERON Sinclair took a long, satisfying pull on his ice-cold bottle of beer as he surveyed the newest hot spot to open in downtown Chicago. The Electric Blue was definitely the happening place, and Cam could easily see why. It wasn't your normal laid-back bar atmosphere, but rather the place combined the frenzied excitement of a nightclub with all the shocking yet riveting antics worthy of a roadhouse saloon-where customers were having Screaming Orgasms, demanding Blow Jobs, and enjoying Slippery Nipples. The drinks, that is, he thought in amusement.

The place certainly didn't lack for entertainment. And as a people-watcher by profession, Cam was definitely stimulated and intrigued by the ambiance, the customers, and the decor. A huge oak bar with shiny brass trim covered the length of one long wall. Behind it, three bartenders were filling the constant barrage of drink orders while juggling bottles of liquor in the air and grooving to the beat of the rock 'n' roll music the DJ was playing.

Cameron was sitting on a barstool up on a higher level across the room, which overlooked the main bar area and afforded him, and his good friend Rick, the best view in the house. In front of where they were sitting extended a thick, sturdy, two-foot-wide platform with floor-to-ceiling brass poles on either end, which, according to Rick, the waiters and waitresses used as their own personal dance floor to rile up the crowd whenever one of the bartenders rang a loud, obnoxious cowbell every half hour.

The dance floor, also on the same higher level, was fully packed with gyrating bodies and scantily clad women, and a banner across the back wall proclaimed tonight "Wet T-shirt Night." That was the main reason why Rick had coaxed him into joining him for a beer at The Electric Blue. His friend believed Cameron was spending way too much time at work and not enough time having fun and enjoying the opposite sex.

Okay, so it had been a while since Cameron had been out with a woman on a casual, no-strings basis. Longer still since he'd been in a committed relationship. His heavy caseload and erratic hours as a P.I. were mainly responsible for his lack of female companionship, and after the busy week he'd had at work, Cameron decided what he needed was exactly what Rick had suggested. A fun, entertaining evening-and The Electric Blue promised to deliver all that, and more.

Cameron took another drink of his beer, feeling his body unwind and his mind open to the possibilities of what the night might hold.

"Well, well, well," a familiar, sultry female voice drawled from behind him, followed by the sensual trail of fingertips along his shoulders as she came to stand in front of him. "What's a nice, straight-laced guy like you doing in a place like this?"

Cam recognized the soft, taunting voice before he saw the face that went with it, and every muscle in his body grew taut with immediate awareness.

Mia Wilde-an infuriatingly smart-mouthed woman who had the ability to frustrate the hell out of him with her bold and brash ways, as well as tempt him beyond reason with her innate sensuality. Despite all the reasons why this certain female was all wrong for him-and there were many-she was the main reason why no other woman had appealed to him in a very long time.

Maintaining a bland expression, Cam slowly, leisurely glanced up the length of her figure, taking in her sexy bare legs and smooth, supple-looking thighs that never failed to make him entertain sinful, erotic thoughts. Her curvaceous hip was cocked sassily to the side, and she was wearing a short leopard print mini-skirt that was barely street legal, along with a tight black top with "Too Wild to Tame" emblazoned in sparkling rhinestones across her ample chest.

He almost laughed out loud. The flashy slogan was very appropriate, not because of the similarity to Mia's last name but because this particular woman was unpredictable, headstrong, and aggressive enough to make any sane man dismiss the notion of ever trying to subdue that assertive nature of hers.

Him included. He liked his women modest, manageable, and undemanding. And Mia was anything but those things. She was a woman who didn't know the meaning of demure and refused to conform to anyone's rules but her own. She liked being in control and was used to getting her way, especially when it came to men. One come-hither smile, one crook of her finger, and the male gender turned into whipped little puppies who were eager to please while hoping for more of her attention.

And Cam knew, beyond that sexy, confident facade Mia presented in front of him, deep inside it irked the hell out of her that he was immune to her sensual charms. Or at least that's what he'd spent the past two years pretending. No way would he ever give her the satisfaction, or the leverage, of knowing she affected him on a sexual level-and that only made her all the more determined to prove that he did have the hots for her.

It was an ongoing battle between them, a push-pull kind of magnetism that always generated a whole lot of heat and lust whenever their paths happen to cross. Which was much too often lately for his peace of mind and sanity.

Finally, his lazy gaze reached her face, and he had to admit it was one of great beauty. Silky, tousled shoulder-length black hair framed her exquisite features and added to her exotic look. Her complexion was smooth and creamy, and she possessed the kind of lush, Angelina Jolie mouth that inspired all kinds of provocative, X-rated fantasies. Those full lips were painted a soft, shimmering peach hue, and when he reached her gaze, her smoky silver eyes glimmered impudently, prompting him to remember the question she'd just asked, along with the fact that she'd pretty much accused him of being stuffy and boring.

No big surprise there.

He leaned back in his seat and regarded her with mild interest. "So what, exactly, do you consider this place?"

"Hip. Fun. Trendy." She took a sip of her drink, which looked like a frothy pina colada, and then her glossy lips curled up in one of those slow, cheeky smiles of hers. "You know, the exact opposite of your uptight personality," she said as she glided a finger along the collar of his knit shirt and down the buttoned V neck.

Beside him, Rick chuckled at her reply, and Cam shot his friend a withering glare. "Don't encourage her," he muttered.

As soon as Cameron addressed his friend, Mia turned her gaze toward Rick, curiosity lighting up her eyes. "Who's your friend, sugar?"

Rick, as much of a bachelor as Cameron was, looked eager to make Mia's acquaintance. Too eager, Cam thought in annoyance, but made the introduction anyway. "This is Mia Wilde. Mia, this is a friend of mine, Rick."