Wild Embrace, an all-new sexy second-chance-at-love romance that will have you swooning from New York Times bestselling author Mari Carr is available now!
Love is full of bad clichés.
Falling for your boss.
The widowed dad and the nanny.
Falling for your boss.
The widowed dad and the nanny.
How did Darcy manage to find both of them in Ryder Hagan?
His broken heart and wounded pride means he only sees her as an employee in his company and part-time caregiver for his sons.
Until another cliché surprises them both:
The old broken elevator trap.
And the wild attraction he’s kept buried begins to break out.
The old broken elevator trap.
And the wild attraction he’s kept buried begins to break out.
Can his perfectly ordered life survive discovering love again?
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Excerpt
He closed his eyes, rubbing them wearily. He was about to make a huge mistake—and even though he recognized that, he didn’t bother to stop himself from making it.
Spinning his chair back toward his desk, he picked up his phone, dialing her extension.
“Darcy Young,” she said, obviously before glancing at the caller ID on her work phone. “Oh, Ryder. Hey. What’s up?”
“Can you come to my office for a few minutes?”
“Sure. Do you need me to bring anything?”
He’d never summoned her to his office once in the past three months she’d worked here, so she obviously thought this had something to do with the job.
He wished he could be that fucking professional right now.
“No.” He disconnected the call, then watched the door.
The marketing department was fairly close, so she was there within a minute or two.
“Shut the door,” he said the second she crossed the threshold. “And lock it.”
Darcy froze for a split second, her gaze locking with his. Then, she grinned and did exactly as he asked.
He rose from his chair and crooked his finger at her. “Come here.”
He’d resisted kissing her for two whole weeks. He was calling that a victory.
Of course, he was about to have to restart the clock.
Darcy crossed the office, stopping a few feet in front of him.
He shook his head. “Closer.”
She glanced over her shoulder at the locked door, then closed the distance between them.
Ryder wasted no time gripping her upper arms and pulling her the rest of the way toward him, lowering his head and kissing her hard. Darcy, as always, was an active, enthusiastic participant. She kissed like she lived—with exuberance and joy.
He felt the ends of her lips tip up in a smile as her tongue darted out to play with his. At one point, she even nipped his bottom lip, giggling when he narrowed his eyes at the brief pain.
She tucked her hands beneath his suit jacket, her fingers gripping his dress shirt at his midsection. Meanwhile, he couldn’t manage to touch her enough. He ran his fingers through her hair, then cupped the nape of her neck to deepen the kiss. After that, his hands drifted lower along her back, to her waist, to her hips. She gasped slightly when he dropped them even farther and gripped her ass.
Darcy was the first to pull away slightly, sucking in a deep breath of air. Ryder wasn’t ready to stop, so he placed kisses on her cheek, along her neck.
“Is this going to be our thing?” Darcy asked breathlessly. “Friday kisses? Because I’m totally cool with branching out and including a few more days of the week. Maybe Mondays? Wednesdays? Every day that ends in Y? You missed last Friday, by the way, so you owe me extra kisses.”
Ryder wasn’t ready to talk. Talking required thinking and thinking led to common sense and reality. He wasn’t willing to go there yet. He kissed her again, trying to understand what it was about this woman that had him acting like a horny teenager on his first date. He was a grown-ass, reasonable, responsible man, who’d never had trouble remaining in control.
“Darcy,” he whispered. “I think you’ve put a spell on me.”
“No. Not a spell. But I’m sort of hoping I’ve cursed you.”
He lifted his head, confused. “A curse? That would be worse than a spell.”
She shrugged casually. “Depends on who you ask, I guess.”
Spinning his chair back toward his desk, he picked up his phone, dialing her extension.
“Darcy Young,” she said, obviously before glancing at the caller ID on her work phone. “Oh, Ryder. Hey. What’s up?”
“Can you come to my office for a few minutes?”
“Sure. Do you need me to bring anything?”
He’d never summoned her to his office once in the past three months she’d worked here, so she obviously thought this had something to do with the job.
He wished he could be that fucking professional right now.
“No.” He disconnected the call, then watched the door.
The marketing department was fairly close, so she was there within a minute or two.
“Shut the door,” he said the second she crossed the threshold. “And lock it.”
Darcy froze for a split second, her gaze locking with his. Then, she grinned and did exactly as he asked.
He rose from his chair and crooked his finger at her. “Come here.”
He’d resisted kissing her for two whole weeks. He was calling that a victory.
Of course, he was about to have to restart the clock.
Darcy crossed the office, stopping a few feet in front of him.
He shook his head. “Closer.”
She glanced over her shoulder at the locked door, then closed the distance between them.
Ryder wasted no time gripping her upper arms and pulling her the rest of the way toward him, lowering his head and kissing her hard. Darcy, as always, was an active, enthusiastic participant. She kissed like she lived—with exuberance and joy.
He felt the ends of her lips tip up in a smile as her tongue darted out to play with his. At one point, she even nipped his bottom lip, giggling when he narrowed his eyes at the brief pain.
She tucked her hands beneath his suit jacket, her fingers gripping his dress shirt at his midsection. Meanwhile, he couldn’t manage to touch her enough. He ran his fingers through her hair, then cupped the nape of her neck to deepen the kiss. After that, his hands drifted lower along her back, to her waist, to her hips. She gasped slightly when he dropped them even farther and gripped her ass.
Darcy was the first to pull away slightly, sucking in a deep breath of air. Ryder wasn’t ready to stop, so he placed kisses on her cheek, along her neck.
“Is this going to be our thing?” Darcy asked breathlessly. “Friday kisses? Because I’m totally cool with branching out and including a few more days of the week. Maybe Mondays? Wednesdays? Every day that ends in Y? You missed last Friday, by the way, so you owe me extra kisses.”
Ryder wasn’t ready to talk. Talking required thinking and thinking led to common sense and reality. He wasn’t willing to go there yet. He kissed her again, trying to understand what it was about this woman that had him acting like a horny teenager on his first date. He was a grown-ass, reasonable, responsible man, who’d never had trouble remaining in control.
“Darcy,” he whispered. “I think you’ve put a spell on me.”
“No. Not a spell. But I’m sort of hoping I’ve cursed you.”
He lifted his head, confused. “A curse? That would be worse than a spell.”
She shrugged casually. “Depends on who you ask, I guess.”
MY REVIEW
"Never settle for a man who doesn't realize exactly how special, how extraordinary you are."
She takes her Pop Pop's words to heart, wants her own Prince Charming, so why then does she give her heart to the one man whose own heart is not open to love?Ryan is an unhappy man. Since his wife's death years ago, he's never allowed himself happiness or love other than that of his sons'. He doesn't even get attracted to women. But then one too many drinks of vodka while stuck in a broken elevator with his babysitter/employee, Darcy, and suddenly he's seeing the much too young woman as more than just someone he works with. But he can't give her what he knows she's looking for, what she deserves, so he'll restrain himself. He just didn't count on Darcy's persistence, her dogged pursuit of what (who) she wants - him. Will his body (and his heart) be able to resist her for much longer?
Damn...I was so not expecting this! Not only is Wild Embrace smoking hot with some scenes of D/s and lite kink, but the emotional component is truly heartbreaking to read as Ryan comes to terms with himself and what he feels. I absolutely love this installment of Wilder Irish. It's by far my favorite so far, and Pop Pop just keeps getting better and better as more of his grandkids find the kind of love he had with his one and only.
About Mari
Virginia native Mari Carr is a New York Times and USA TODAY bestseller of contemporary romance novels. With over one million copies of her books sold, Mari was the winner of the Romance Writers of America’s Passionate Plume award for her novella, Erotic Research. She has over a hundred published works, including her popular Wild Irish and Compass books, along with the Trinity Masters series she writes with Lila Dubois.
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