Wildest Dreams (Fantasyland, #1)

by Kristen Ashley

On the other hand . . . First, he’d married me, hauled me across country for hours upon hours through the freezing cold night and left me in a dirty house all by myself for six weeks (well, the house wasn’t dirty for six weeks, but he sure as hell left me there alone that long). Second, when he first saw me again, he bossed me around right in front of everyone without even saying hello. Granted, he was with his buds, and maybe obviously virile, Viking-type Raiders behaved that way in front of their buds, but he could at least have said hello. Third, for reasons unknown he’d carried me out like a sack of flour, again, right in front of everyone. Fourth, he’d sent my horse galloping when I was not secure on her back. Fifth, he barely spoke to me, didn’t let me talk when he was speaking and most of the stuff he said when he was speaking, I didn’t like much. And last, he was huge, scared me most of the time and, um . . . he scared me most of the time (that was worth repeating).