Going Wild (The Wild Ones, #2)

by C.M. Owens

Wild One Tip #222 Don’t fight us when we’re saving your damn life. Otherwise, we might decide to just let you die.

Wild Ones Tip #68 We’re the nicest fuckers you’re ever gonna know. (Kidding. If that’s true, you’ve lived a sad life.)

Wild One Tip #104 Being with a Wild One is like being in a rodeo. You keep waiting to see someone get trampled by a bull, and you giggle at the clowns.

He’s like my own sexed-up version of an anatomically correct Ken doll.

Bye, Felicia, pops into my head. But no, that’s not exactly how I break up with her. I promise. Really. Okay, maybe it is.

“I’m not sure if that’s creepy or romantic.” “Can’t be one without running the risk of being the other,” she says matter-of-factly. “Perception is key.”

“You really think Lilah hasn’t tied me up and tried to leave me on the bed all day a few times now? I learned a long time ago how to get free from ropes, even before I started dating her, because I knew one day I would be dating her.”

Wild Ones Tip #18 Wild Ones won’t intentionally kill you. But shit happens. Buckle up. Wear a helmet. Sign a waiver. You know, the usual.

Wild Ones Tip #270 If we won’t call you a cunt, it’s because you lack warmth and depth. In other words, we like people in a weird way.

“So help me, if you say I need to follow my heart, I will punch you in the tit,” I warn her. “Which tit?” she asks seriously. “The left one, of course. I know you favor the right.” She nods like that’s acceptable.

Wild Ones Tip #109 We’re the reason the gene pool needs a lifeguard.

“You calling me stupid?” he asks, scowling. “No. I just think you have bad luck when you try to speak and think at the same time.”

Wild Ones Tip #847 Life is like a box of rocks. Ever had a box of rocks? It’s really hard and is constantly spilling to make a mess.