Wild Like the Wind pulls readers through all sorts of emotions, Keely and Hound found something worth fighting for! ~ Autry, Guilty Pleasures
Blurb:
The brother known as Hound has a reputation. He’s all about cracking heads, having a good time, and when the Chaos Motorcycle Club needs someone to do the tough job, they call on him.
But Hound has a secret. He fell in love with a woman years ago. She’s untouchable. Unattainable. And even when her status changes, for Hound, it remains the same.
Keely Black had it all early and lost it all not long after. Thrown into an abyss of loss and grief, she’s faced a life of raising two sons alone and battling the rage at all that had been ripped from them.
And why.
Words spoken in anger open Hound’s and Keely’s eyes. For Hound, he sees he’s wasted his life loving the wrong woman. Keely sees she’s wasting her life not opening herself to the love of a good man.
Keely and Hound are a couple that have to dig deep to protect and prove their love. Being an experienced Old Lady doesn’t pave the way for their relationship, with only a handful of people supporting them, they brace for ugly.
After the brutal murder of her husband Keely puts her life on pause. For the next 18 years she raises her boys, without the support of her family and has barricaded herself from any meaningful relationships. Throwing all caution to the wind Keely approached Hound in hopes he can spark her back to life. Hound has other plans, ones that do not include falling in love with a dead brothers wife.
Hound is the enforcer for the Chaos MC, known for a his tough way of life, Hound faces a new kind of trouble. He has allows followed Keely and her boys, taking care of them in ways a husband should. Shes always been off limits to him, once she approached him, he keeps her at a distance, slowly lets her in only to cut her deeper than she ever thought. Keely explodes at Hound and shows him the error of his ways, as a united front the brace for the backlash.
Wild Like the Wind is an intense novel, from the start Hound and Keely have a backstory and feelings that have been hidden for years. All sorts of emotions are brought out watching how this plot unfolds, so many characters with strong personalities and ladies who demand to be heard. Both, Keely and Hound are characters who are both physically and emotional strong, they love fiercely and fight fiercely. Hound always proved his loyalty to the club, his woman and Blacks’ boys; while Keely lets go of the past, holds on to the present and dreams of the future. I was drawn in from the first couple of pages, my attention was kept the entire time; in the last chapters, Ms. Ashley turns up the heat and things boil over. Questions are posed and left unanswered, leaving me hanging on for the next installment. Wild Like the Wind is a novel that full immerses the readers into the world of Chaos.
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Excerpt
Hound’s phone buzzed with a text.
He pried his eyes open, saw his alarm said it was nearly two in the morning and he grabbed his cell off the nightstand.
He had a text from Keely.
It said, Open your door, cowboy.
He stared at it a second.
Then he lost his mind.
He was out of bed, in his jeans and stalking to the door with his jeans not all the way buttoned before most men could spit.
He’d looked out the peephole and had the door unlocked and pulled open before a woman could say “boo.”
“Hey—” she started, giving him a look.
But she got no more out because he wrapped his fingers around her upper arm and yanked her inside.
He slammed the door, locked the three locks then shoved her against the wall beside the door with his hand still on her arm.
“Jesus, Hound, what—?”
He dipped his face right in hers.
“Are you fucking insane?”
“What?” she whispered, staring in his eyes.
“Are you…fucking…insane?” he repeated, slower this time.
“Why are you asking me that?”
“Because it’s near-on two, this apartment building is on the brink of bein’ a full-blown crack house, it’s in a neighborhood that Hell’s Angels might find a smidge too scary, and your ass is not in your bed in your sweet crib in your house in your nice neighborhood. Instead, it’s at my door.”
Her face screwed up. “Why is it safe for you and not for me?”
“Because I got four guns, seven knives, six inches on you, eighty pounds and a fuckin’ thousand-pound punch.”
“You know the PSI of your punch?” she asked curiously.
“Were you asleep the five thousand times I took your boys to the gym?” he asked back irately.
“No,” she mumbled.
He let her go and straightened away, asking, “What are you doin’ here, Keely?”
“Well, uh…” she started hesitantly, eyeing him up like she wasn’t sure how to go on.
“You’re here to play with my dick,” he bit off.
“How much more mad at me would it make you if I shared that had crossed my mind?” she asked.
“Maybe five, ten hundred thousand times more mad, babe,” he shot back in answer.
“Hmm…” she murmured, still eyeing him.
“I thought we agreed we were done,” he reminded her.
“I was kinda hoping you were feeling flexible about that.”
Hound looked to the ceiling.
Her soft “Hound” in her low, velvet voice came at him the instant her hand lit on his bare chest.
He grabbed her wrist and she made a surprised noise as he twisted it behind her back, jerked her around, and pushed her chest first into the wall.
He put his mouth to her ear.
“Undo your jeans,” he ordered.
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