It’s been ten years since Jackson walked away
from the only woman he ever loved. Maybe it’s time he did something about that.
Some things
are just meant to be. Jillian Somers falling in love with Jackson Wilder was
one of those things. Everything changed when Jackson’s mother died. They
drifted apart until the distance between them became impossible to overcome.
In the ten years since they’ve spoken, Jillian has done everything she can to forget about Jackson and move on with her life. She’s even tried dating other men, but it’s never seemed to work out. When her ex comes to town, it’s clear he’s there for more than just the festival. Now Jillian has to decide if she’s going to give Garrett another chance or if she’s going for the one man she’s always wanted.
In the ten years since they’ve spoken, Jillian has done everything she can to forget about Jackson and move on with her life. She’s even tried dating other men, but it’s never seemed to work out. When her ex comes to town, it’s clear he’s there for more than just the festival. Now Jillian has to decide if she’s going to give Garrett another chance or if she’s going for the one man she’s always wanted.
Excerpt from Going for Wilder:
Finding a place to park at the Bennett farm took longer than the drive itself. As usual, the
whole town had turned out for the haunted hayride and their chance to outwit the maze made
entirely of hay bales. Jillian was looking forward to walking the maze with Jackson. If they
happened to take a wrong turn and get a little lost then she knew just what they could do.
“What do you want to do first?” Garrett asked.
“We should probably find Mom and Dad,” Shelby said.
Jillian hoped she would be able to find Jackson before too long. The closer they grew
to the hub of activity, the thicker the crowd.
“There’s Jackson,” Shelby said, elbowing Jillian.
Jillian raked her gaze over his body. Thick thighs strained against the denim of his
well worn jeans while the gold belt buckle drew her eyes to his most generous attribute. The
long sleeved T-shirt pulled tight across his chest emphasized his biceps.
Damn, the man was sex on legs, and she wasn’t the only woman noticing. In the few
short seconds she’d stood admiring him, quite a few women had passed by, shooting big smiles
in his direction.
“Excuse me a second,” Jillian said, doing her best to tamp down her jealousy.
“No problem,” Shelby said, grinning. “I’ll just call Mom and Dad and see where they
are.”
By then, Jackson had spotted her, and there was no mistaking the heat in his gaze
as he tracked her approach. It looked like this was going to be easier than she thought.
Jillian offered him a sly smile as she drew closer. “Evening, Jack.”
“How’s it going?”
“Good, I thought maybe we could catch the next hayride together.”
“About last night.”
Jillian stepped closer to him, expecting him to pull her into his arms. “Yes?”
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kissed you.”
The smile slipped from her lips. Jillian allowed herself only five seconds to process
that information before she lifted her knee and brought it square against his groin.
A grimace contorted his face and he grunted as he dropped to the ground, but she
didn’t feel the least bit sorry for his pain or the fact that she was the cause of it. Lord knows
he’d been the root of all of her pain for the last ten years. Maybe it was time she accepted that
he wasn’t the man she’d always thought he would be.
“I’m sorry too, Jack, but I’m not going to make that mistake again.”
With Jackson still on his knees, gasping for breath, she spun on her heel and stalked
away from him.
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