I love Rebecca’s books, so I’m obviously thrilled about this new series… and the fact that I’m hosting a stop on the blog tour today! Make sure to check out all the goodies, including my spoiler-free five star review, below!
Wilder by Rebecca Yarros
Series: The Renegades #1
Genres: New Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Publication date: September 19, 2016
Publisher: Entangled Embrace
Format: eARC, 400 pages
How I got it: From the publisher
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He’s Paxton Wilder.
Twenty-two-year-old, tattooed, smoking-hot leader of the Renegades.
Five time X Games medalist.
The world is his playground—especially this year—and for the next nine months I’m stuck as his tutor on the Study at Sea program.
He’s too busy staging worldwide stunts for his documentary to get to class.
But if I can’t get him to take academics seriously, I’ll lose my scholarship…if I don’t lose my heart first.
Six unlikely friends on a nine-month cruise with the Study at Sea program will learn that chemistry is more than a subject and the best lessons aren’t taught in the classroom…but in the heart.
I received a complimentary copy of this book for review consideration.
This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
I’m going to be totally honest with you, I’m not even sure I looked at the blurb for this book before I decided I HAD HAD HAD TO read it. I mean, it’s a Rebecca Yarros book and I’ve loved everything of hers that I’ve ever read. After reading this one, I have to say I don’t see that changing anytime soon either. Whether they’re military men and the women who love them or adrenaline junkies and their ladies, she knocks it out of the park every single time.
I could say I had no expectations going into this book, but that would be a lie… even though I wasn’t 100% sure what it was about when I started it. I expected an amazing story with characters I could fall in love with, laugh with and cry with. I got exactly that. I was a little worried about Wilder in the beginning, because I wasn’t sure he was the type of guy I could get behind, but it didn’t take long before I was eating those words. He was amazing. I mean, he was flawed. He had a past. But, thankfully that all changed when Leah came into his life. (Or shortly thereafter anyhow.) I love a guy that goes all in and that’s exactly what he did. Truth be told, he won my heart with one line – “You couldn’t tease me because I have no expectations. i’m not a little boy, Leah. I can more than control myself, and if all we do is kiss, then that’s more than I could ask for. Do you understand?” — and I decided he was a keeper. I won’t get onto my soapbox on this, but forget all those “you have to tell me now if you want to stop or I won’t be able to” guys. Wilder is the real deal.
I loved Leah. My heart broke for her and the things she was dealing with from her own past. I applauded her for basically even leaving the house, to be honest. But putting herself in the situation she was in — even if she didn’t have all the facts when she went in — made me respect her even more. What she went through could’ve absolutely shattered even the strongest person. I could understand why she would be cautious of Wilder, even as amazing as he was, but I’m glad she gave him a chance. They were incredible together. They shared passion, adventures (good and bad!) and some very real feelings. It was easy to root for them… even in the moments where everything went sideways and I wasn’t sure what would happen.
I can’t recommend this book highly enough to anyone who enjoys NA romance. Or, you know, pretty much any romance. It definitely punched me right in the feels a couple of times, but I welcomed every emotion. I was all in with these characters and expect I’ll feel the same about the coming books in this series. Which, you know, can’t get here soon enough. I’m such a greedy reader. 🙂
I didn’t believe in love at first sight. I wasn’t that stupid. But science? Chemistry? Pheromones? Yeah, lust at first encounter. I believed that all day long.
Maybe my heart wasn’t pristine. Maybe it was stitched together. Maybe the seams were even a little frayed over the parts that refused to knit—the parts I had a feeling never would—but it was whole again. I was living.
“Then live. Kiss the guy. Or kiss a different guy if you want. Go on a trip. Sleep in, or get up early and watch the sun rise. Stop thinking about what you should be doing and for once in your damned life do what you want to do.”
“I can feel every curve under my hands, which makes me pretty damn desperate to slide this up your legs and really get my hands on your. But I won’t. You know why?” I shook my head. “Because you haven’t said yes—yet—and I’m a goddamned gentleman.”
Kissing him was addictive—the world around us faded into nothingness, and all that existed was Paxton and the way he made me feel.
“Leah, that sound will get you fucked.”
“You couldn’t tease me because I have no expectations. i’m not a little boy, Leah. I can more than control myself, and if all we do is kiss, then that’s more than I could ask for. Do you understand?”
“I want to know that I have you on the same fucking edge you’ve had me dangling on for weeks now, desperate to know how you feel, taste, sound when you’re coming apart.”
“You are everything and don’t even see it. You’re smart, and strong, and so beautiful that you make me ache when I look at you.”
With each heartbeat, I cut another piece of my fear free, let it fall, and hoped I never caught up with it again.
“Do I get a good-luck kiss?” he asked after checking for cameras, his hands framing my waist.
“Paxton.” I tried to make it sound like a warning, but it came out too breathy, too wanting. For crying out loud, I couldn’t even control my own voice against this guy.
He squeezed lightly and then groaned. “Did I ever tell you that I love this dress?”
I shook my head. The spaghetti-strap maxi dress had been a last-minute choice, but Penna said she was going to burn all my pants if she saw me in them for the twenty-first day in a row.
He leaned down, his mouth against the shell of my ear. “I can feel every curve under my hands, which makes me pretty damn desperate to slide this up your legs and really get my hands on you. But I won’t. You know why?”
I shook my head.
“Because you haven’t said yes—yet—and I’m a goddamned gentleman.”
My fingers traced the lines of the Chinese symbol tattoos that ran up his neck, simply unable not to touch him. “Do I have to say yes to everything to get to kiss you?” I asked.
His breath stuttered. “Do you want to say yes?”
Our eyes met, and it would have been so easy to say it, to throw my hesitation overboard and jump. But that wasn’t me, and it didn’t matter that I was in a breezy dress under the Italian sun with the hottest extreme athlete on the planet, I was still…me. “I’m thinking about it.”
His forehead puckered for a millisecond before he relaxed and smoothed the line of my waist. “Then I think we can take yeses on a case-by-case basis.”
My heart pounded in anticipation. “Leah, would you like me to kiss you?”
“Yes,” I answered instantly.
Our hips met first as he drew me in. My hands slipped down the edges of his T-shirt to grasp the inked lines of his biceps. Arms like his should be modeled, sculpted, revered… or maybe just outlawed.
“Do you want to kiss me?” I asked.
“Hell yes,” he answered, then brushed his mouth against mine once before settling over me.
I opened for him, and he dove in, his tongue filling my mouth while my ass filled his hands. Gentleman, indeed.
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