Wildest

Montana werewolf. Snooty demon hunter. Too bad the mission comes first.

Astrid Edmonds takes her role as demon hunter seriously. Alongside her plucky team, she can conquer anything. Not that she wants to take on smelly werewolves, but it’s her job.

Boden Connery loves his home and family. That doesn’t mean he wants to spend the entirety of his long existence on the isolated ranch. When an intelligent feral army encroaches on Bodie’s family’s territory, he’ll do whatever it takes to protect his pack, including calling on demon hunters for help.

Astrid’s preconceived notions about werewolves fly right out the window when she lays eyes on the ridiculously sexy Bodie. He’s not smelly and brainless at all, actually. The werewolf is sweet, upstanding, and downright hot.

Carrie Thorne’s fresh take on paranormal romance will leave you deliciously satisfied… and eager for more.

“Why Mr. Connery, are you not up for the challenge? Perhaps I should assess werewolf mental acuity as well as endurance.” Chuckling, he found his second wind as she continued her deliberate striptease. Stalking closer, he pulled his shirt off and flung it across the room. “Actually, that’s Dr. Connery.”

“Really?” Those watermelon pink lips curled up in the awestruck smile he’d been hoping for.

Astrid’s life plan was very simple.

1. Leave home. Check. Freedom tasted so much better than she’d even hoped.

2. College. Check. Maybe she’d do more of that in the next few years.

3. Find team. Check. They were a pretty great team at that, better than she had expected.

4. Invest in a home she loved. Check. It had taken years of searching, but she’d just bought the home in Seattle, but it was perfect. Amazing view, modern yet cozy, and easy distance to her teammates.

5. Fall in love.

When had she made it all the way through the first four steps? There was supposed to be years between steps four and five. Not a matter of weeks. She wasn’t ready.

With a growl, she grabbed the beer and curled into the chair as the formality melted away. After a hell of a gulp, big enough to make Grammy nod in appreciation, Astrid scowled at him. “Speak.” He bit his lip in amusement. “Not a weredog. Wolf. Less trainable.”

This time, a hint of humor flourished on her watermelon pink lips.

His eyebrows scrunched together as he realized just how much the outside world was clueless know about werewolves, even demon hunters. Maybe they should scale back on the secrecy a bit. “Lycanthropy isn’t contagious. We are all born from a demon-human hybrid and a human parent, just like you.”

“Wait a moment. You… I’m sorry. I just am trying to comprehend what you’re telling me. No one bit you?”

“Not lately, but it’s been a while since I’ve gotten laid.” He flashed her a wink and bit his lip impishly.

“Ha ha,” she surprised him by smiling rather than shifting her posture uncomfortably like a stereotypical priss would. There was hope for her yet.

Astrid parked on the stool in the corner of the kitchen out of pure spite, knowing Vann had his eye on the perch, then flashed him a daring eyebrow raise. She announced, “You know what, you can all head back home again. We’ll just call in the national guard to launch an air strike on the ferals so I won’t have to listen to all of your witty comments on my sex life.”

Lana grinned, “I believe he said love, not sex. But we can change the subject. Tell me, how is sex with the superbly built werewolf?”

Icing on the cake, Bodie strolled in, “Frigging spectacular.” He bit his lower lip in that ridiculously adorable way of his, adding a wink for Astrid. He filled his favorite mug that was waiting in front of the coffee pot and dropped into a chair at the kitchen table.

“I’m a charming guy.”

“I believe we established charming is not the right term.”

“Hey, Prince Charming comes in many forms.” He leaned down and took her mouth with his.

Sweeping her tongue over his, she stepped it up. “I’m not a princess.” Too many had mistaken her for one, too many times.

One hand sprawled over her back, his other skimmed along her arm and took her hand. Swaying, he pulled her into a light waltz. “You’re so much more interesting.”

What people are saying about Wildest

"VERDICT: ★★★★★

THE BEST MIX OF LOVE AND WAR, WEREWOLF, AND DEMON HUNTER STYLE. A MUST-READ!

★★★★★ - Review Originally Published on Reedsy Discovery.

"Wildest follows Astrid, part of the Demon Hunter team and Bodie the soon-to-be alpha of a Werewolf pack. The two try to douse the fire between them all while dealing with a rabid army of ferals. There is snark, there is mischief, there is passion and there is a good plot with fast paced action.

This paranormal romance was so wholesome, it was difficult to put this book down. The world building along with the lore was so powerful and so well thought out. The main characters were beautifully portrayed, from their initial distrust to their banter filled romance. They were both strong and equal partners in the relationship, each bringing so much to the table. Between the two main character's personalities coming to life on these pages and the suspense of the feral army the story moves at a fast clip and doesn't let you off the hook.

The supporting characters and the snark in all the conversations was beautifully laid out through this book. Not once was there any confusion of who the secondary characters were as they each had enough subtext explained through the story. The camaraderie and the close interactions between all the characters leaves you feeling quite spell bound.

Never have I read such beautifully drawn out characters in the paranormal universe, especially more depth to the hunters or werewolves.

Read this romance for the:
~ bad ass female demon warrior
~ hot and loveable Dr. alpha werewolf shifter
~ fantastic dialogue
~ slow burn romance that dives into a full on relationship
~ absolutely lovely secondary characters
~ fast paced action
~ really good world building with the lore
~ not over the top angst and drama
~ perfectly sensible communicating adults
~ relatable drama and humour
~ great bad boss fight"

Reader Review

“Speak.”
He bit his lip in amusement. “Not a weredog. Wolf. Less trainable.”

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