It’s a Claire Hasting’s book, so you know it’s brimming with small town goodness. But she really brings her A game with this older brother’s best friend (hello age gap) forced proximity, summer fling to forever romance. Truly, this book is a gem and you need it.
It was a simple promise—watch out for my best friend’s little sister the same way I would my own. Turns out, Brenna is a lot more grown-up than I realized. And a lot more beautiful. Which makes sharing an apartment with her this summer tougher than I expected.
Until she shares something with me. Something she’s never shared with anyone. Something that makes me want to step in and help. Something that changes everything.
Soon enough, my wanting to be with her has nothing to do with that promise I made and everything to do with the undeniable spark between us. It doesn’t matter that I’m more than a decade older than she is. Or what our small town thinks.
But Brenna’s time in Hickory Hills is limited, making everything more complicated. The more time I spend with Brenna, the harder it is to stay apart. The more I want to convince her to stay.
I already broke my promise to her brother. But I will keep my promise to her.
Even if I break my own heart in the process.
Left for Wild is quite possibly one of my favorite Harloe Rae books. She brings the feels and the heat with this slow burn romance. The banter in this book is top notch and don’t even get me started on the survival aspect. Chef’s kiss. And this new cover is too freaking cute.
Arrested. Wrongfully accused. Sentenced to ten years.
But the steel bars release me early.
After serving half of my time for a crime I didn’t commit, they grant me parole—with a very short leash.
My second chance at freedom begins now, and I won’t waste it.
I should’ve been paying more attention.
Ambushed. Captured. Stranded.
When I wake in the depths of a snowy forest, all seems lost.
I’ve been left alone in the wilderness with zero means of escape.
Until someone rouses beside me.
I recognize Blakely Cross instantly, yet she’s barely more than a stranger.
Now she’s stuck with me in the worst possible place, as collateral damage.
Blakely blames me, and rightfully so. This entire situation is my fault.
Our destinies are inadvertently twisted together by forces far larger than us.
Whether she hates me or not, we need each other to stay alive.
Cope. Adapt. Persevere.
They tossed us out to be buried, but underestimated our determination.
The bond we’re building will overcome the harshest conditions.
And we’re not willing to surrender.
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