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May 26, 2017

Blog Tour ~ Wild by Ashley Bostock


A Love in Lone Star Novel by Ashley Bostock Publication Date: May 2, 2017 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

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Ever since my divorce became final, I decided to start putting myself first. The problem is when I think of putting myself first, I think of my son’s biological father, Thatcher Patterson. The man that wanted nothing to do with me when he found out I was pregnant. When he left me, he took my heart with him and I’ve never gotten it back. Suddenly my son and I are forced to live with Thatcher indefinitely and it’s difficult to remember all the reasons why I don’t trust him. The way he looks at me, the way he is with our son and the way he makes me feel are all the reasons I’m running toward him instead of away from him. But if I run toward him, how long will it take for him to up and run the other way from us, much like he did before? ~~ I’ve never stopped loving Abigail Murphy or wishing I could be the perfect dad to my son. So, when a stipulation in my late grandfather’s will states that I must have an heir to claim my inheritance, it’s the push I need to get them in my life. Because I need them as much as I need that money. With my business in the red, I have no other option. As the deadline creeps closer, I never counted on the guilt I would feel at trying to get a two for one deal. When the two of them move in with me, I’m reminded of all the wonderful things this woman has to offer and all the emotions she makes me feel. She makes me feel worthy. Wanted. Loved. She makes me feel like I could be the man she needs and just maybe I could be the father my son deserves – the father I’ve been so afraid to be.

Excerpts and Quotes

This was as close as we’d ever been as a family. If I leaned over just enough, I could pull the two of them in for a family hug.
“You think I’m blind to the way your pulse flutters in your neck when I’m this close to you? Or the way those big green eyes of yours go from a shade of jade to pure olive when you’re turned on? I can read you like a book, Abigail Layne. You came back out here because you’re still attracted to me. Because deep in your heart, you know you belong to me. And if what you’re telling me is the truth about you and Adrian, then I’m gunning for you, Abby. I’m gunning for you hard.

“I realize maybe you’re not ready to jump into another man’s bed quite yet and that’s fine, Baby. I got all the time in the world.”
“After five years of watching you be married to one of my best friends, I’m finally able to spend an evening alone with you?”
“You look like a fucking Goddess right now. Don’t be embarrassed,” he whispered before standing and pulling me to my feet with him. “Your wild eyes are fucking killing me. My cock…”
“What happened in there Abigail? Say it.”
I swallowed, the spot between my thighs still throbbing, still begging for more.
“Hmmm, Abby?”
“The nipple biting.”
“Nipple biting,” his eyes darted to my uncomfortably hard nipples, “and the what?”
“You want to hear it? I thought you were the dirty talker? Fine. The unexpected orgasm, okay?”
“Oh and one more thing. I am the dirty talker. When the time is right, I’m going to talk dirty to you all night long. Because you will sleep with me, Abigail. It’s only a matter of time.”
I’d caught a glimpse of her milky skin and that reminded me of the nipple biting.
The orgasm she had on my knee.
Five years of abstinence. It hadn’t taken long for her little pussy to fall apart at all. I wanted more. I wanted to feel that little pussy on my fingertips. On my hands. On my mouth. On my cock.
“Look what you do to me? Every damn night woman, I say good night and I come in here and jerk myself off, envisioning what it would be like to have your flesh wrapped around my cock. Every fucking night since you guys moved in.”

“That’s it. Suck on it. Taste yourself.”

Excerpt 1:

I shifted the bins for his inspection and Thayer seemed satisfied with my explanation. When I caught sight of Abby watching us, a sharp pain stabbed me right in my gut. Her furrowed brows had me guessing that she no doubt was wondering what our lives would’ve been like if things were different. Heck, I was wondering that myself right now as Thayer brushed up against my leg, almost settling into me so he could examine his new turtle’s home. This was as close as we’d ever been as a family. This moment, this proximity to one another, making a decision families made all the time regarding new pets.
If I leaned over just enough, I could pull the two of them in for a family hug. Nuzzle my days old beard into Abby’s delicate neck and tousle Thayer’s blond hair with my fingertips. It was an urge I’d never experienced and seeing the look on Abby’s face, I knew she was thinking along the same lines as me. Why? Why couldn't we be a family? Why couldn't we try? Because if she found out I was going to push to gain custody of Thayer, she’d run as far away from me as she could get.
I swallowed, “How’s Adrian doing?”
“He’s good. He’s out of town for a few days right now.”
“Daddy’s gone but he’ll be back to see my turtle, right Mama?”
That stabbing pain I felt only moments ago resurfaced and settled into my chest as I watched Thayer’s face light up with excitement at the thought of showing his dad his turtle. His dad. Not me. It would never be me because I’d given up that right five years ago when Abby told me she was pregnant with him.
“Yeah, of course buddy. He’ll be home in two days for you to show him.”
She wouldn't look at me and I couldn’t help but wonder what she was thinking about. Did she resent me as much as I resented myself? No. She was happy with Adrian. They made their relationship work. The few times I've run into her around Lone Star, she was always happy. Always smiling, always giddy with excitement and I couldn't help but think about her when she was my girl. How she’d rarely, if ever, gotten angry at people because she was genuinely happy all the time. I’d never met anyone like her.
I'd stayed as far away from her and Thayer as I could because, well, for the obvious reasons. I had to give them up. The more I saw of Abby, the more that flame burned deep inside me, begging for Abby to be the one to extinguish it. I’ve been doing a great job of ignoring it so far.

Excerpt 2:

Which is why I shouldn’t be talking about her. Because talking led to thinking and thinking led me to places I shouldn’t be remembering. The way she tasted when we were five years younger and how hungry she used to be for me. I’d never experienced a hunger like that. The way she would cling to me like I was her last breath of air. Exploring every piece of my body with her mouth, her fingers. For not the first time, I wished she wasn’t that way with Adrian but in my heart of hearts I knew she was. That side of her wasn’t something one practiced. It was just who she was. Built into her the way the flight was built into a bird. It just was.
    And it made me sick every time I thought about it.
    “Thatch? Snap out of it, man.”
    “Fuck off.”
    “Why didn’t you stay with Abby when you got her pregnant? Are you ever gonna tell me?”
    I shook my head to silence Cap. No. I wasn’t going to tell him. I wasn’t ready to tell anyone what had me so graciously call in a favor from Adrian when I’d gotten the one woman I truly loved, pregnant. I didn’t need to relive the past any more than I needed to think about Abby.
    “Speaking of sealed lips though, can I bounce something off you?”
    “Bounce away.”
    “I got a letter from the trustees of my grandfather’s will yesterday. Further instructions on how I can obtain the rest of my inheritance.”
    “The rest of it?” he cocked his brow at me.
    “Four-hundred and fifty thousand dollars to be exact.”
    “Go get that shit, man.”
    “I need proper documentation that I’m in custody of a child.”
    I watched the words sink in, just as they’d done with me. I knew the gears were turning in his head. In the silence, I could hear a dog barking in the distance. Cap and I stared at each other for a good minute before he finally spoke.
    “Go get a fucking letter or something from her.”
    “It’s not that simple, Cap. I have to have custody. Which means I can ask nicely and watch her laugh at me or take her to court.”
    “It’s four-hundred and fifty thousand dollars, Thatch.”
    “With the Deer Creek store in the red, I’ve got to go to court.”
    “She’s going to fucking hate you more than she ever has.”

Excerpt 3:

“What’s going on? There’s something you aren’t leveling with me on and I want to know what it is.”
I tried ignoring him, casually throwing my mismatched panties and bra into the machine and covering them with my shirt and jeans. Once I got the machine going, I turned around and was met face-to-face with a not-so-happy Thatcher. He braced his hands against the machine, effectively closing me in the small area between him and the washer, leaving no room for me to go anywhere. At least not unless I wanted to touch him, which I was not going to do.
Three inches filled up with five years of stuff. The muscle in his jaw worked itself and his eyes, oh Lord those eyes, all blue and stormy like the ocean, tried so hard to read into my soul.
I swallowed.
“I’m not asking again. What the fuck is going on with you? Adrian thought you told me something and as far as I can tell, you haven’t said a damn word about anything. I want to know what it is. What are you hiding?”
My mouth felt like it’d gone through a terrible wind storm and I swallowed again while trying not to breathe in his masculine scent, which I swear smelled like vanilla, into my nose. Trying not to feel the thick air that filled up the three inches of space between us. I tried really hard not to look at his lips that were shaped to perfection and colored with a kissable pink and surrounded by all that facial hair that my fingers were just itching to touch. So much so that I was sure my knuckles were white from the tight hold I had on these sweatpants.
“Adrian and I got a divorce.” I let it all out in one quick breath. There. I said it. I couldn’t look him in the eye. My eyes darted everywhere but at him. Seconds went on. Minutes, maybe. Finally, unable to stand the tension and heat of his half-embrace, I went to move but his arm wouldn’t budge.
“What did you say?” he whispered, as if his life was changing.
“You heard me, Thatcher. It’s over between us.” I didn’t add the fact that it’d never started between us because, well, when I looked Thatcher in the eye, he looked like he might blow a gasket. The vein in his temple was bulging, his jaw was ticking and a quick glance confirmed that tattooed forearm was indeed, tense.

Excerpt 4:

I shrieked and tore out of the kitchen with Thatcher hot on my heels water dripping from my hands. I ran toward the stairs hoping I could make it to the sanctuary of my room but I was no match for him. His wet hands slid around my waist, taking me down along the stairs and I turned into him as he stumbled on to me.
“What were you thinking about?” his wet hands began tickling my sides as I thrashed against him, trying to get away.
“I’m not telling,” I managed between laughs.
His hands were all over me, tickling the skin along my ribs and the insides of my thighs. He was large, overpowering me with his body as he tortured me with his fingers. I squirmed and struggled, still trying to get away when suddenly his thick thigh intruded between my legs, pushing up against my sex and his hot mouth was over my nipple biting into the red cloth. I arched into him, my almost-dry hand tugging his head into my bosom so I could revel in the feel of him a moment longer.
I rubbed shamelessly against his thigh set between my legs while his reverent mouth sucked and bit into my breast. The position was perfect enough that I could have an orgasm any moment. I had no shame. Only desire. Aching desire for this man, a man I hadn’t had in such a long damn time. His teeth bit into my nipple, tonguing me through my top and before I knew it…
“You’re making me come,” I whimpered.
He didn’t speak, just pressed his thigh into me a little harder allowing me the chance to ride my orgasm through. He pulled away, a savage, hungry look in his eyes as he glanced about my body. His lips glistened as his tongue darted out and swiped at his bottom lip. His breathing was heavy as was mine, remnants of my unexpected orgasm. Oh, my God. My first real orgasm given to me by a man and not myself – not my toy – in five long and lonely years and neither of us were even naked. My cheeks heated at what I’d just done. At how desperate I must look to him sprawled out on the stairs like this.
His hand came down to the bulge in his pants and he blatantly adjusted himself as I watched, turning my desperation even further into need.
“You look like a fucking Goddess right now. Don’t be embarrassed,” he whispered before standing and pulling me to my feet with him. “Your wild eyes are fucking killing me. My cock…”
I looked down at the large bulge in his jeans and saw the wet spot on my shirt and it was hard not to be embarrassed by what I’d just done. What I’d let him do. About how desperate I was. How insane I probably seemed to him.
“I wasn’t imagining that we would do this tonight.”
“We’re not,” he replied.
We’re not? Hurt weaved through my heart at his confirmation, even though it’d been my thought to begin with. Did he not want to do…some of what we’d just done?

About Ashley Bostock

Ashley Bostock was born and raised in Colorado where she currently resides with her husband, two children and her animals. She loves reading, writing, and music and is always trying to find more time in the day to incorporate all three. Seeking an outlet and pursuing her life-long passion for writing, she began composing her first novel in 2013. She has traveled all over the world, but still has an extensive list of places she would love to visit. Anywhere near a sky-blue ocean will always be at the top of that list. She carries a Bachelor’s Degree in History with a concentration in Elementary Education from Metropolitan State College of Denver. While she loves children, she now fears teaching, which probably has something to do with being a stay-at-home mom. She is mostly active on Instagram, but feel free to follow her at any or all of her social media pages!

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