Janelle Denison
Too Wilde to Tame
The seventh book in the Wilde series, 2005
To my Plotmonkey Pals: Carly Phillips, Julie Leto, and Leslie Kelly. I treasure our circle of friendship and our yearly plotting trips. I couldn't have pulled this one off without you guys! Happy 40th Birthday to us all!
To Carly Phillips, for blessing my life with your unconditional friendship. You are my soul-sister in every way!
A special thank you to Jenny Bent, agent extraordinaire! Thank you for believing in me, my writing, and for taking my career to new heights. I wouldn't be here without you.
As always, to my husband, Don, for putting up with me during insane deadlines (which is all the time!). I love you more each day.
Dear Readers,
For all of you who have been anxiously awaiting Cameron Sinclair and Mia Wilde's story-here it is! Out of all the Wilde stories I've written, this one has been the most anticipated-and my personal favorite to date. When I first created the Wilde family, I knew that Mia's story would be something special, especially since she was the only girl and the baby of the family. When Mia and Cameron made their first appearance together in
As I was writing
For those of you who might be reading about the Wilde family for the first time, I hope you enjoy this story enough to want to read about the rest of the Wilde gang. So far, there are six stories (with more to come!), and those books can still be found at your favorite on-line book source or at your local bookstore.
Once you finish
For now, enjoy Mia and Cameron's story, and be sure to visit my website at www.janelledenison.com to read more about the Wilde series, check out my upcoming releases, and enter my monthly giveaway contest.
Happy Reading!
Janelle Denison
www.janelledenison.com
Chapter One
CAMERON Sinclair took a long, satisfying pull on his ice-cold bottle of beer as he surveyed the newest hot spot to open in downtown Chicago. The Electric Blue was definitely
The place certainly didn't lack for entertainment. And as a people-watcher by profession, Cam was definitely stimulated and intrigued by the ambiance, the customers, and the decor. A huge oak bar with shiny brass trim covered the length of one long wall. Behind it, three bartenders were filling the constant barrage of drink orders while juggling bottles of liquor in the air and grooving to the beat of the rock 'n' roll music the DJ was playing.
Cameron was sitting on a barstool up on a higher level across the room, which overlooked the main bar area and afforded him, and his good friend Rick, the best view in the house. In front of where they were sitting extended a thick, sturdy, two-foot-wide platform with floor-to-ceiling brass poles on either end, which, according to Rick, the waiters and waitresses used as their own personal dance floor to rile up the crowd whenever one of the bartenders rang a loud, obnoxious cowbell every half hour.
The dance floor, also on the same higher level, was fully packed with gyrating bodies and scantily clad women, and a banner across the back wall proclaimed tonight 'Wet T-shirt Night.' That was the main reason why Rick had coaxed him into joining him for a beer at The Electric Blue. His friend believed Cameron was spending way too much time at work and not enough time having fun and enjoying the opposite sex.
Okay, so it had been a while since Cameron had been out with a woman on a casual, no-strings basis. Longer still since he'd been in a committed relationship. His heavy caseload and erratic hours as a P.I. were mainly responsible for his lack of female companionship, and after the busy week he'd had at work, Cameron decided what he needed was exactly what Rick had suggested. A fun, entertaining evening-and The Electric Blue promised to deliver all that, and more.
Cameron took another drink of his beer, feeling his body unwind and his mind open to the possibilities of what the night might hold.
'Well, well, well,' a familiar, sultry female voice drawled from behind him, followed by the sensual trail of fingertips along his shoulders as she came to stand in front of him. 'What's a nice, straight-laced guy like you doing in a place like this?'
Cam recognized the soft, taunting voice before he saw the face that went with it, and every muscle in his body grew taut with immediate awareness.
Maintaining a bland expression, Cam slowly, leisurely glanced up the length of her figure, taking in her sexy bare legs and smooth, supple-looking thighs that never failed to make him entertain sinful, erotic thoughts. Her curvaceous hip was cocked sassily to the side, and she was wearing a short leopard print mini-skirt that was barely street legal, along with a tight black top with 'Too Wild to Tame' emblazoned in sparkling rhinestones across her