Heather Wilson would do anything for a friend, so when her college bestie and roommate, Greg, needs a last-minute date for a wedding, she doesn’t hesitate. She hops a plane to Baltimore—current bestie Peyton in tow—with plans to meet Greg at Pat’s Pub that evening. But they’ve barely arrived at the Irish bar before those plans have changed. Greg suddenly falls ill, then Peyton has to rush back to Sapphire Falls, leaving Heather to spend the weekend with her other college roomie—Seth.

The wild one. The impulsive and irresponsible one. The one who always made Heather feel something…undefinable. Neither of them did anything about their attraction in college, but with the chemistry still sizzling between them, and Seth’s well-known aversion to anything long term, he’s the perfect choice for a fling. One thrilling ride before she moves back home, rejoins the dating scene, and fines someone safe and responsible.

Heather has starred in plenty of Seth Dornan’s fantasies over the years, but the woman who invites him to her hotel room after a kiss at Pat’s Pub puts his fantasy girl to shame. And once he’s had an intimate taste of everything Heather has to offer, Seth wants so much more…including some things he’d never wanted before. He may still be wild and impulsive, but unlike the boy Heather knew in college, Seth is no longer afraid to go after who he wants—and keep her forever.

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WILD ENOUGH by Erin Nicholas
My rating: 4.5 of 5 stars

Oh. My. God!! Loved Seth! And Heather too. Loved their stories. I want to be their friend and in on all that make it up as you go life, lol. WILD ENOUGH was such a fun, light-hearted, and seriously hot read! It may have just shot up to my favorite Erin Nicholas book. Seth is definitely firmly in my top five on my book boyfriend list. Ooh la la! Hot, funny, serious dance moves, and wears a uniform? Heck yeah! And Heather was right there with him all the way. Not sure how these two ignored such explosive chemistry when they were roommates. You really want to read this one. Great writing, fun story, H/h you will seriously love, and the dialogue is “awesome”.

“Guess that’s why the tough guys are here in Baltimore,” Seth said with a smile.

But instead of flashing him a big grin and flirting back, Peyton advanced on him, her eyes narrowed.

“First of all, Scott is an amazing cop. In a small town, there’s a lot more to that job than just catching bad guys and locking them up. It’s mentoring the kids about bullying and littering and what it means to be kind and brave. And it’s being sweet to the little old lady who’s scared of her own shadow no matter how many times she calls you for ridiculous stuff. And it’s making sure visitors respect our town and its people. And it’s making sure that when someone does screw up and drives drunk or hits someone they shouldn’t or takes something that doesn’t belong to them, that they know it won’t be tolerated and that you’re exactly the guy to stand between them and the people they might hurt.”

She was breathing fast and her cheeks were pink, and Seth stared down at her, thinking that she really was gorgeous. And she was clearly a handful.

And that she had a big thing for the other cop.

She looked…exactly the same. But better. Maybe it was the fresh air and sunshine of Nebraska. Or maybe he’d forgotten how beautiful she was.

That seemed stupid, but at the moment, all he could do was flash back to all the other times it had hit him hard how gorgeous she was—the time she opened the gag gift from him for her birthday and laughed her head off; the time he’d looked over at her during Greg’s grandma’s funeral; the time she’d been ranting about the plumber never showing up; the morning she’d said goodbye to him and Greg and headed to the airport to fly to Omaha. Happy, touched, angry, sad…she’d been so beautiful to him so many times.

Had he squelched the memory once she was firmly, for-sure, no-doubt off-limits in Nebraska? No, that couldn’t be it. She’d been pretty off-limits all along.

He took another few seconds to watch her as she looked around, not yet noticing him. He was aware that another woman had stepped into the bar behind Heather. The automatic male part of him noticed that she was beautiful as well, shorter and smaller than Heather’s long-legged five-seven, curvy frame, and that she had dark, almost-black hair next to Heather’s red waves.

Otherwise, he didn’t take many notes about the woman who had to be Peyton Wells. His date.

But he could have given a full description of what Heather was wearing, the way she walked, and exactly how her eyes widened slightly when they first locked on his and the slow, sweet, almost-shy smile that curved her lips.

She came toward him and he felt himself straightening from the bar stool. But it was like his body was moving separate from his brain’s commands. He didn’t consciously make the decision to stand. Or to step forward. Or to reach for her. Or to pull her into a hug the moment she was close enough. But he did it all without a single hesitation.

And, maybe even more surprisingly, she hugged him back.

He and Heather had never been huggers. At least not with one another. He’d seen her hug Greg and other friends. But there had always been a weird kind of tension between them. Not a bad tension, but something…different. Something that kept him from touching her. Living together, there had been times that they’d caught one another in a towel in the bathroom or talking to themselves when they thought they were alone, or the time she’d overheard him having phone sex with a sort-of girlfriend. But for the most part, they’d avoided much intimacy. He’d always managed to make jokes of the embarrassing moments and she’d rolled with them.

Maybe that was what she was doing now—just rolling with it.

Seth pulled back and gave her a big grin. Hell, he was happy to see her. He might be feeling a bit gobsmacked by memories and seeing her for the first time in five years, but he was happy to see her, and truly thought the weekend ahead was going to be fun.

Because of Peyton. His date.

“Hey,” he said easily to Heather.

If he didn’t know better, he might describe her expression as dumbstruck too.

“Hey,” she said softly.

And he became aware he hadn’t let go of her yet. And that he didn’t want to.

“Welcome home.”

“Thanks.”

The sound of someone clearing their throat finally broke their eye contact. They both looked over at the shorter brunette. Who was watching them with wide eyes and a knowing smile that made no sense.

What did she know exactly?

“I’m Peyton,” she said brightly. “And if I’m not mistaken, your hands are supposed to be on *my* ass this weekend.”

For a millisecond, Seth thought he’d let his hands slip below Heather’s lower back, but he caught himself just before he flexed his fingers. He saw the mischievous glint in Peyton’s eyes.

He let Heather go and winked at Peyton, realizing instantly that he needed to be on his game with this girl. “Well, then get over here,” he said, spreading his arms wide.

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Erin Nicholas is the author of sexy contemporary romances. Her stories have been described as toe-curling, enchanting, steamy and fun. She loves to write about reluctant heroes, imperfect heroines and happily ever afters. She lives in the Midwest with her husband who only wants to read the sex scenes in her books, her kids who will never read the sex scenes in her books, and family and friends who say they’re shocked by the sex scenes in her books (yeah, right!).

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