Too Wild
When researching her latest story puts her life in danger, freelance journalist Jenna Calvert decides she needs to get out of town. And the opportunity presents itself in the form of sexy Travis Roth. In exchange for two weeks in Carmel, she simply has to pretend to be someone else–not a problem for this spontaneous wild child.But a seriously tense Jenna makes the agreement conditional–she'll spend the weekend with Travis rehearsing her role, if he'll help her unwind by indulging in a little sensual stress relief! After all, the gorgeous but uptight businessman looks as if he could do with a little sexual healing himself. And Jenna's not foolish enough to think that one wild weekend will blossom into a real love affair–until it does!
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âAre you feeling relaxed yet?â
âFar from it.â Travis almost groaned the answer to Jennaâs question.
Her lips were swollen and her eyes half-lidded as she smiled up at him. âGuess Iâll have to try a little harder, then.â
âIf you try any harder, the last thing Iâll be is relaxed.â
She bit her lower lip, then slowly released it and sighed. âWeâd better be going, hmm?â
Going where? Oh, right, to the country house. Travis tore his gaze away from Jenna.
âYeah, weâd better. I think weâre still a half hour away.â But if they happened to pass a hotel along the way, he wasnât sure heâd be able to keep himself from screeching into the lot and dragging Jenna to the nearest available room.
An image of making love to her on a cheap bedspread in a sleazy motel room flashed in his mind, and he banished it. How had he gone so quickly from respectable businessman to crazed guy who got in bar fights and fantasized about frenzied motel sex?
He looked back at Jenna, and he knew in an instant.
Dear Reader,
Iâve always admired women who arenât afraid to take risks to get what they want. With this book, Iâve had the pleasure of writing about just such a woman. Jenna Calvert is a journalist who isnât afraid of muchâexcept the stalker trying to stop her from writing the story of her career. I only wish I were half as bold as Jenna.
I can relate more easily to the hero, Travis Roth, who finds his perfectly planned life shaken up by wild, unpredictable Jenna. When these two come together, they illustrate why opposites can make the very best lovers.
I hope you love reading Travis and Jennaâs wild journey as much as I loved writing it. You can drop me a note to let me know what you think of the story at [email protected] or visit my Web site, www.jamiesobrato.com, to find out more about my upcoming books.
Sincerely,
Jamie Sobrato
Books by Jamie Sobrato
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84âPLEASURE FOR PLEASURE
116âWHAT A GIRL WANTS
133âSOME KIND OF SEXY
To The Wild Writers, whoâve been there for me from the start. Iâm blessed to have the friendship and support of such a wild, wonderful group of women.
Contents
1
WHAT JENNA CALVERT NEEDED was a large, tattooed man with a look of death in his eyes. Perhaps someone with a prison record and an intimate knowledge of firearms. Some guy named Spike or Duff.
But even Bodyguards for Less was out of her price range. Jenna listened a second time to the phone recording that described the businessâs services. No way could she swing the eighty dollars per hour the burly voice on the recording stated was the base price without additional servicesâand what additional services could a bodyguard provide, anyway?
She hung up and exhaled a ragged breath.
Without a bodyguard, the only protection she had was Guard-Dog-In-A-Box. For twenty-nine dollars and ninety-nine cents, sheâd purchased as much peace of mind as she could affordâa sorry amount indeed. Thirty bucks had bought her a motion-sensing device that simulated the sounds of killer dogs barking at any unsuspecting intruders.
Unfortunately, it also barked at neighbors passing in the hallway, at pizza delivery men and at Mrs. Lupinskiâs many elderly lovers traipsing in and out of the building at all hours of the day and night.
Jenna hadnât had a good nightâs sleep in a week, and everyone else in the building was getting tired of her canned guard dogs, too. Even Mrs. Lupinski, who was normally otherwise engaged, had yelled obscenities out her door at Jenna last night when she had heard her in the stairwell.
Guard-Dog-In-A-Box had looked so promising there on the shelf at the store, but now that sheâd lived with her faux protection for a week, she saw just how desperate sheâd become to even buy it.
She was cooked meat.
She never should have started researching the underbelly of the beauty-pageant industry. Ever since sheâd begun the research a month ago, her life had been turned upside down by someone who didnât want her writing the story. Jenna had racked her brain trying to figure out who among the people sheâd interviewed or spoken with might wish her harm, but no one jumped out as a likely culprit. She hadnât even uncovered any information that seemed worthy of death threats. But the voice-altered phone calls and the threatening mail had included comments like âback off the storyâ and âyouâre risking your life if you write it.â
Jenna surveyed her apartment, wishing now that she had a roommate, or at least a parakeet. Someone to comfort her and tell her that it wasnât such a bad thing to get three death threats in the past month. Someone who could also remind her that it was really quite normal to nearly get run down by a car in San Francisco. Two days in a row.
Yes, a roommate would be nice right about now. A roommate, a bodyguard and a really big weapon. But all Jenna had was Guard-Dog-In-A-Box. She resisted the urge to hurl the waste of money across the room and eyed the double locks on the apartment door. If anyone really wanted to get in, they wouldnât have much trouble. The wood of the door frame was rotting away in places, and the locks looked as if theyâd been installed before Jenna was born.
