He’s someone she can’t trust…
She’s someone he thinks he knows…
Violet Wilson is a wallflower. Shy, serious, and accident-prone, she’s got a bad habit of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. The night she’s forced to pose with her friend might just be the worst time of all—that’s when she meets Jet Blevins. She knows better than to get involved with someone like him, but he touches her in ways she never expected, never wanted before.
On the outside, Jet is a typical rocker, an arrogant lead guitarist who unapologetically lives a wild lifestyle. But on the inside, he’s battling demons and using the stage to escape the troubles of his past and the addictions of his present. Until the night he sees Violet standing at the back of the room. She brings his life into focus. She knows his secrets. She’s the girl he can’t forget, and the one thing he craves more than his addiction.
But can they ever hope to have a future when their very foundation is nothing but lies?
Jet
“What was all that?”
“What was what?”
“All that posturing down there? Is that why you brought me? To have your own groupie?”
“What? What the hell are you talking about?”
“All the special attention, all the sweet touching and singing to me like that. I’ve never felt more used.”
“I wasn’t using you, Violet.”
“Then what were you doing? You’ve never acted like that before.”
“I didn’t realize it would bother you.”
“It bothers me because you did it as part of your show.”
“Trust me. That had absolutely nothing to do with my show.”
“Of course it did! Why else would you act like that?”
Thoughts of the way Rand was looking at her, of the ways I know he was thinking of touching her, gets my anger fired back up again. I turn toward Violet, stepping in closer, my face inches from hers. “You wanna know why? I’ll tell you why. It had nothing to do with me putting on a show. It had everything to do with that slimy asshole hitting on you. It was pissing me off.”
“What? Because some random guy was flirting with me? That’s ridiculous!”
“Is it? Is it ridiculous that I hated the way he talked to you? Is it ridiculous that it made me want to rip out his eyes out every time he looked at you? Is it ridiculous that I wanted to kill him when you smiled at him?”
Violet shrinks back, away from my anger. “Jet, I’m sure that was just part of the way he does business.”
“The hell it was! He wanted you, and it was eating me up inside. That is why I was touching you. I wanted him to know that you are mine.”
Violet’s voice is soft. “But I’m not yours.”
I take a few long, deep, ragged breaths. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want you to be.”
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Series reading order
The Wild Ones
Wild Child (novella)
Some Like It Wild
There’s Wild, Then There’s You
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