Jan Irving Writes:Born to be Wylde

Born to be Wylde

Deputy Ken Ito wakes up from a nightmare in a strange place-a cave in the woods of the Pacific Northwest, cared for by a beautiful young man with long hair that smells of cedar. As he heals from an assault, Ken wants Wylde's body to cover his, feeling like he's lost in one of the captive-captor romances he used to sneak from his mother.

But Ken has to get back to his life and find out who targeted him. He was investigating some disappearances on the remote stretch of road he patrols when someone got the jump on him, beat him, and left him for dead. Fortunately, Wylde found him, took care of him…but now he considers Ken his.

Born to be Wylde is a spin off for Wylde.

This fast-paced story combines some very steamy erotic moments with action and suspense. Born to Be Wylde is a wonderful read and I recommend it to those who enjoy M/M contemporary stories--Scandalous Minx at Literary Nymphs.

Jan Irving tells an intriguing story of a man who was Born to Be Wylde and the man who would love him.

Watching Wylde try to learn how to please a lover while at the same time protect him from danger, made [him] a memorable character--Elise Lyn, Sensual Reads.

Excerpt from Born to be Wylde

Ken's protector lifted some kind of stew to his lips, prodding him with the crude wooden spoon. Ken stared at it, oddly mesmerized. It looked like something he might see at one of the craft fairs where he purchased a table to sell his pottery. Like something carved by hand. Primitive, beautiful.

"Eat," the voice ordered, implacable. "You eat now."

Ken obediently opened his mouth, chewing gently since his jaw felt sore, lumpy. His cheeks were bruised so he felt it when they stretched.

As he ate, something creamy and warm that tasted like roots and fish and honey, he hazily remembered doing this before, off and on. Only sometimes it was water instead of stew he was ordered to drink.

Sober blue eyes regarded him and Ken held their gaze, seeing as they dropped to his bare chest. When stew dripped from the spoon to splash him there, dark hair touched him and then lips and then a tongue, licking away the waste.

Ken gasped.

When he opened his eyes the blue gaze was fixed on his face, the strange man's lips shiny from…from kissing Ken's chest? No, it hadn't been a kiss. The stranger had merely licked away some spilled stew.

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