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.
(Yes, you can read as a standalone, but why stop at just one?)
“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.
- Leave home. Check. Freedom tasted so much better than she’d even hoped.
- College. Check. Maybe she’d do more of that in the next few years.
- Find team. Check. They were a pretty great team at that, better than she had expected.
- 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.
- 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.
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, “F***ing 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.
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.
“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 Carrie Thorne's Wildest:
The best mix of love and war, werewolf, and demon hunter style. A must-read!
Wildest, by Carrie Thorne, is not your typical werewolf story. It is book two in A Demon Hunter Romance Trilogy. You do not have to read the first book, but it will clear up a few things within the storyline. Our main characters are Astrid Edmonds, the fierce demon hunter, and Boden Connery, the ever-loving werewolf.
Astrid was raised that all demons are bad. So, when she gets sent to do a solo recon, she gets the shock of a lifetime when she meets Boden. Feral werewolves are wreaking havoc in National Parks and small towns in Montana, where Boden lives. What is a girl to do when everything she thought she knew is wrong?
Astrid and her team, along with Bodie and his family must strategize and then race to stop what they know nothing of. They have never seen Feral’s of this capacity before. Can they all get along? Is that love suddenly in the air? How can this be? And who is the leader of the new Feral Army?
Those questions are what makes Astrid my favorite character. She gets thrust into this situation that questions everything she has been taught and worked for. Not once does she forget who she is while struggling with this newfound information, and people she doesn’t know if she can trust. For every question, she finds either an answer or a solution. She also asks outright when things don’t add up.
I am awarding this book 5 stars. It is well-written and well-edited. It contains explicit language, adult situations, and violent and graphic fight scenes making this book inappropriate for young readers. I loved the action scenes. It felt like I was there, involved with the fight, instead of sitting on my cozy couch. I highly recommend this book, and the series to mature readers who love a good paranormal romance.
Review originally published on Reedsy Discovery.