Waking Wild by Ceri Grenelle
Title: Waking Wild
Series: Stupid Awesome Love #2
Series: Stupid Awesome Love #2
Author: Ceri Grenelle
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 6, 2018
Release Date: September 6, 2018
Blurb
Gemma…meets a gardener in shining armor.
I’m fine, at least
that’s what I tell everyone. A series of heartbreaks leads me to move across
the country, hide away in my pajamas, until a sexy gardener at the San
Francisco botanical gardens gets me off my ass. Hell, he saves me when I step
in dog shit. He’s close to perfect.
that’s what I tell everyone. A series of heartbreaks leads me to move across
the country, hide away in my pajamas, until a sexy gardener at the San
Francisco botanical gardens gets me off my ass. Hell, he saves me when I step
in dog shit. He’s close to perfect.
But the past has a
way of catching up to me. A promise I made my husband before he died keeps me
bound, keeps any chance at love a distant dream. The more time I spend with
Jack, the guiltier I feel for breaking my promise. Everyone’s got their
hang-ups, right?
way of catching up to me. A promise I made my husband before he died keeps me
bound, keeps any chance at love a distant dream. The more time I spend with
Jack, the guiltier I feel for breaking my promise. Everyone’s got their
hang-ups, right?
Jack…can’t stay away from Gemma.
Life is good. I’ve
got a successful landscaping business and I’m an active member of my community.
I know better than most that our tragedies shape who we are. Gemma comes from
the world I turned away from, but I can’t leave this undeniable thing I’ve got
for her alone. I shouldn’t want her, and yet I do.
got a successful landscaping business and I’m an active member of my community.
I know better than most that our tragedies shape who we are. Gemma comes from
the world I turned away from, but I can’t leave this undeniable thing I’ve got
for her alone. I shouldn’t want her, and yet I do.
Being with Gemma
makes me feel like a new man, like I’ve been hiding my true self without even
knowing it. But something from her past keeps us from moving forward. Someone.
Can a simple man compete with a ghost?
makes me feel like a new man, like I’ve been hiding my true self without even
knowing it. But something from her past keeps us from moving forward. Someone.
Can a simple man compete with a ghost?
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Excerpt
The cadence
of my banter falters. “Oh, no. It’s a New York thing. I moved here not too long
ago. I’m still adjusting.”
of my banter falters. “Oh, no. It’s a New York thing. I moved here not too long
ago. I’m still adjusting.”
He shifts
on his feet awkwardly, adjusts the tool belt.
on his feet awkwardly, adjusts the tool belt.
“What
brought you out west?”
brought you out west?”
I lost all faith in humanity and decided to run
away from my problems.
away from my problems.
“Oh, just
needed a change of scene, ya know?”
needed a change of scene, ya know?”
He gives me
that long, penetrating look again, like he’s trying to hack my brain.
that long, penetrating look again, like he’s trying to hack my brain.
“You from
here?” I ask, wanting him to stop staring at me like a circus freak.
here?” I ask, wanting him to stop staring at me like a circus freak.
“No, I’m
from San Diego originally. My folks moved us up here when I was ten. I moved
away after college.”
from San Diego originally. My folks moved us up here when I was ten. I moved
away after college.”
“Oh, how
long have you been back?”
long have you been back?”
“About five
years.” He clears his throat, his voice faltering.
years.” He clears his throat, his voice faltering.
“Why did
you return?” I ask, just to continue talking. Though I probably should keep my
big mouth shut. It’s the way he says five,
like the word is cursed. I shouldn’t press him for this.
you return?” I ask, just to continue talking. Though I probably should keep my
big mouth shut. It’s the way he says five,
like the word is cursed. I shouldn’t press him for this.
“I was in
an accident. Needed to come back and recuperate.” He strokes down the fade on
the side of his head, his gaze focused on the bench. “That’s all I’d like to
say about that, if you don’t mind?”
an accident. Needed to come back and recuperate.” He strokes down the fade on
the side of his head, his gaze focused on the bench. “That’s all I’d like to
say about that, if you don’t mind?”
“Of course.
I’m sorry I pried. Blame it on East Coast blunt audacity.” The sound of my
laugh is hollow. I should quit while I’m ahead. One month in hibernation and
I’ve completely forgotten how to interact with people.
I’m sorry I pried. Blame it on East Coast blunt audacity.” The sound of my
laugh is hollow. I should quit while I’m ahead. One month in hibernation and
I’ve completely forgotten how to interact with people.
“Thanks for fixing the bench.” I wave
awkwardly then turn away, giving him an easy out.
awkwardly then turn away, giving him an easy out.
“No
problem, but do you want to take that tour now?”
problem, but do you want to take that tour now?”
“Huh?”
“You’re Lillian’s
daughter, right? I’m Jack. I’m giving you a tour.”
daughter, right? I’m Jack. I’m giving you a tour.”
Oh, just
fuck my life. Really? I cannot spend one more second in this man’s company.
fuck my life. Really? I cannot spend one more second in this man’s company.
“Oh, Jack.
Right. You know what? I’m okay. I think I’ll stay here for a little while
longer. I can walk around myself.”
Right. You know what? I’m okay. I think I’ll stay here for a little while
longer. I can walk around myself.”
“Listen, if
you’re gonna be working here you need to get familiar with the park. The kids
can be a little rambunctious, and they’ve been known to wander off.”
you’re gonna be working here you need to get familiar with the park. The kids
can be a little rambunctious, and they’ve been known to wander off.”
“I can look
at a map and find my way around. Thanks.”
at a map and find my way around. Thanks.”
He crosses
his arms, challenging me.
his arms, challenging me.
“Those maps
don’t show areas like this one, the little hiding spots. Best trees to climb.
It’s a big garden. And that’s not even part of the main park.”
don’t show areas like this one, the little hiding spots. Best trees to climb.
It’s a big garden. And that’s not even part of the main park.”
“I’m fine.”
“Don’t
think you are.”
think you are.”
“That’s not
your decision to make.”
your decision to make.”
“Opal is my
boss. She told me to give you a tour. That’s what I’m gonna do.”
boss. She told me to give you a tour. That’s what I’m gonna do.”
My defenses
shoot up.
shoot up.
“Whether I
like it or not?”
like it or not?”
His tone
gentles.
gentles.
“Would you
rather walk around a garden on a beautiful day with me, or stand here, talking
to a bench?”
rather walk around a garden on a beautiful day with me, or stand here, talking
to a bench?”
Oh, it is
on.
on.
“Fine.” I
stomp past him. “If you ever tell anyone about that I will put cacti in your
utility belt pockets.”
stomp past him. “If you ever tell anyone about that I will put cacti in your
utility belt pockets.”
“Ouch.” He
cuts me off and faces me, walking backward, sidestepping around roots he can’t
even see. “I’ve never met a person so worked up over a tour before. Do you have
something against trees? Nature? Instructional experiences?”
cuts me off and faces me, walking backward, sidestepping around roots he can’t
even see. “I’ve never met a person so worked up over a tour before. Do you have
something against trees? Nature? Instructional experiences?”
“Just show
me what you need to show me,” I grumble as we reach the main path and all the
pedestrians.
me what you need to show me,” I grumble as we reach the main path and all the
pedestrians.
“Sure.”
“Jack!” An
older woman with curly black hair and a gap-tooth smile encompasses Jack from
behind in a big hug. “How are you, darling?”
older woman with curly black hair and a gap-tooth smile encompasses Jack from
behind in a big hug. “How are you, darling?”
“Great,
Marianne.” He turns to face her, bending low to give her a kiss on the cheek.
“How are you? How are the grandkids?”
Marianne.” He turns to face her, bending low to give her a kiss on the cheek.
“How are you? How are the grandkids?”
“Wonderful.
They keep asking when you’re going to babysit again. You’re their favorite.”
They keep asking when you’re going to babysit again. You’re their favorite.”
“That’s
only because I let them eat ice cream for dinner and chow mein for dessert.
Don’t tell their parents.”
only because I let them eat ice cream for dinner and chow mein for dessert.
Don’t tell their parents.”
“Ha, you
gotta spoil them sometimes.” She elbows him playfully, clearly smitten. “We’re
having a cookout next Sunday. Stop by for a bite.”
gotta spoil them sometimes.” She elbows him playfully, clearly smitten. “We’re
having a cookout next Sunday. Stop by for a bite.”
“I will,
thank you. Tell the kids to be good for their folks. Or at least as good as I
would be.”
thank you. Tell the kids to be good for their folks. Or at least as good as I
would be.”
Marianne
chuckles and waves him off, shaking her head but charmed.
chuckles and waves him off, shaking her head but charmed.
I get it.
He’s good looking. His grin is infectious. He put his hand on her shoulder so
gently, yet full of good-natured warmth. Who wouldn’t be affected by that?
He’s good looking. His grin is infectious. He put his hand on her shoulder so
gently, yet full of good-natured warmth. Who wouldn’t be affected by that?
Only
someone with a dead heart.
someone with a dead heart.
“Sorry
about that, I know most of the regulars here.”
about that, I know most of the regulars here.”
Jack takes
me to the sectioned parts of the garden, but he doesn’t tell me about the trees
or the different Latin names of the flora as another tour guide might. Instead
he points out hiding places, tricky places that visitors have tripped, plants
that might be harmful to kids with sensitive skin. His attention to detail and
familiarity with the garden is impressive, but he’s formal, never gives me the
bright smile Marianne or any of the other people known to him are afforded. And
there are a lot of people that stop to chat with the amiable Jack.
me to the sectioned parts of the garden, but he doesn’t tell me about the trees
or the different Latin names of the flora as another tour guide might. Instead
he points out hiding places, tricky places that visitors have tripped, plants
that might be harmful to kids with sensitive skin. His attention to detail and
familiarity with the garden is impressive, but he’s formal, never gives me the
bright smile Marianne or any of the other people known to him are afforded. And
there are a lot of people that stop to chat with the amiable Jack.
Like every
single person that crosses our path.
single person that crosses our path.
Toward the
end of our tour, I’m a bit frustrated by all the interruptions.
end of our tour, I’m a bit frustrated by all the interruptions.
“Are you
the mayor of the Botanical Gardens, or something? How do you know all these
people?”
the mayor of the Botanical Gardens, or something? How do you know all these
people?”
He laughs,
shaking his head.
shaking his head.
“What?”
“Your Mom
calls me the town mayor sometimes. Says I know everything about everyone.” He
shrugs like a good old boy. “I like getting to know people, hearing stories
from their past, their hopes and dreams. Connecting to people on a level
beneath the surface is a special gift. One I’ll always treasure and respect.
The least I can do is provide human connection.” His mouth tightens as he says,
“If they want it.”
calls me the town mayor sometimes. Says I know everything about everyone.” He
shrugs like a good old boy. “I like getting to know people, hearing stories
from their past, their hopes and dreams. Connecting to people on a level
beneath the surface is a special gift. One I’ll always treasure and respect.
The least I can do is provide human connection.” His mouth tightens as he says,
“If they want it.”
A hot
bitterness wells up inside me, the great tide threatening to pull me under. I
take a deep breath, think of coffee and loud subway trains. Times Square at
Christmas. Sangria with Sophie. Playing hooky with my best friend, Adele.
Moments in my life I love and miss…but where they used to bring comfort, now
all I feel is loss.
bitterness wells up inside me, the great tide threatening to pull me under. I
take a deep breath, think of coffee and loud subway trains. Times Square at
Christmas. Sangria with Sophie. Playing hooky with my best friend, Adele.
Moments in my life I love and miss…but where they used to bring comfort, now
all I feel is loss.
God, I made
such a mistake coming here. There’s nothing I can connect with. Nothing to keep
me from drowning.
such a mistake coming here. There’s nothing I can connect with. Nothing to keep
me from drowning.
“Want to
talk about it?” he asks as the silence between us grows tense.
talk about it?” he asks as the silence between us grows tense.
“There’s
nothing to talk about.”
nothing to talk about.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
“Because
I’m a really good listener.” He dips his head, trying to get me to look at him.
I’m a really good listener.” He dips his head, trying to get me to look at him.
“You’re
also annoyingly persistent.”
also annoyingly persistent.”
We walk a
bit longer, in silence this time. When I start to recognize where we are I
decide to make my escape. Being around someone so shockingly open is like razor
blades on my skin, and he is too nice to say he doesn’t want to be near someone
as rude and closed off as I am.
bit longer, in silence this time. When I start to recognize where we are I
decide to make my escape. Being around someone so shockingly open is like razor
blades on my skin, and he is too nice to say he doesn’t want to be near someone
as rude and closed off as I am.
“Thanks for
the tour. I can find my way back from here.”
the tour. I can find my way back from here.”
“Wait—”
“Listen, I
don’t need to talk. I don’t need any more lessons on being cordial to your
neighbors. I just need to get back to the office. Goodbye.”
don’t need to talk. I don’t need any more lessons on being cordial to your
neighbors. I just need to get back to the office. Goodbye.”
“You don’t
want to do that, there’s—”
want to do that, there’s—”
I walk
backward as I talk to him, fed up with his highhanded attitude.
backward as I talk to him, fed up with his highhanded attitude.
“I may be a
lost out-of-towner who talks to benches, but I’m also an adult in full
possession of all my faculties. You don’t need to babysit me.”
lost out-of-towner who talks to benches, but I’m also an adult in full
possession of all my faculties. You don’t need to babysit me.”
“Stop!
There’s—shit.”
There’s—shit.”
A big,
cushy, squelching sound wafts from beneath my shoe, and the smell of shit
pervades the air. I don’t look down. I don’t need to look down. I know I just
stepped into a massive pile of crap.
cushy, squelching sound wafts from beneath my shoe, and the smell of shit
pervades the air. I don’t look down. I don’t need to look down. I know I just
stepped into a massive pile of crap.
“What the
fuck?”
fuck?”
“I tried to
tell you.” He grimaces, wincing at the massive turd I stomped into.
tell you.” He grimaces, wincing at the massive turd I stomped into.
“Who
doesn’t clean up after their dogs?” I start to pace, trying to scrape my boots
against the sidewalk. “I mean, come on, people.”
doesn’t clean up after their dogs?” I start to pace, trying to scrape my boots
against the sidewalk. “I mean, come on, people.”
“Stop
walking around on it, you’re making it worse. God, that smells. How did you not
see it there?”
walking around on it, you’re making it worse. God, that smells. How did you not
see it there?”
“Why does
life hate me so much?”
life hate me so much?”
“No,
really, you’re trailing it all over the place. Stay still.”
really, you’re trailing it all over the place. Stay still.”
I close my
eyes, and fist my hands at my side, trying to absorb the intense anger rising
inside me. I tamp it down. No one needs that. No one wants to see me pissed.
Better to be polite, and play it off like it’s nothing. Don’t let him see this
literal shit affect me.
eyes, and fist my hands at my side, trying to absorb the intense anger rising
inside me. I tamp it down. No one needs that. No one wants to see me pissed.
Better to be polite, and play it off like it’s nothing. Don’t let him see this
literal shit affect me.
A hand on
my ankle, my foot lifting from the ground. I start to wobble and brace myself
on Jack’s shoulder. He’s at my feet, taking my boot off.
my ankle, my foot lifting from the ground. I start to wobble and brace myself
on Jack’s shoulder. He’s at my feet, taking my boot off.
“Now I’m
gonna step on it with my sock.”
gonna step on it with my sock.”
“If you
hadn’t stomped all over the place you would have had less of a chance of that.”
hadn’t stomped all over the place you would have had less of a chance of that.”
“I was trying
to wipe it off.”
to wipe it off.”
“On the
cement?” he asks, incredulously.
cement?” he asks, incredulously.
“Just stop
talking.”
talking.”
Jack places
my defiled boot near the edge of the path and stands.
my defiled boot near the edge of the path and stands.
“I’m gonna
lift you, all right?”
lift you, all right?”
I don’t
have the wherewithal to speak so I just nod. He scoops me into his arms like a
princess. But instead of being saved from a fiery dragon and a nest of thorns,
it’s stinky poo I’m rescued from.
have the wherewithal to speak so I just nod. He scoops me into his arms like a
princess. But instead of being saved from a fiery dragon and a nest of thorns,
it’s stinky poo I’m rescued from.
He places
me on a large, curved root protruding from the ground then fetches the boot.
me on a large, curved root protruding from the ground then fetches the boot.
“Stay
here.”
here.”
“Where are
you taking my shoe?”
you taking my shoe?”
“I collect
shit-covered shoes, and I’m adding this one to my secret lair buried deep below
the garden.”
shit-covered shoes, and I’m adding this one to my secret lair buried deep below
the garden.”
I stare at
him a second, confounded.
him a second, confounded.
He rolls
his eyes. “Where do you think? There’s a hose connected over there, I’m gonna
rinse it off. Don’t step in anymore shit while I’m gone.”
his eyes. “Where do you think? There’s a hose connected over there, I’m gonna
rinse it off. Don’t step in anymore shit while I’m gone.”
“Ass,” I
grumble. Refusing to be thankful. But when he comes back with my shoe, slightly
wet but sans poo, I say the words.
grumble. Refusing to be thankful. But when he comes back with my shoe, slightly
wet but sans poo, I say the words.
“Thank
you.”
you.”
“You’re
having a crap day, huh?”
having a crap day, huh?”
I glare at
him.
him.
“No pun
intended.”
intended.”
I snort.
That’s the understatement of the year. “More like a crap decade.”
That’s the understatement of the year. “More like a crap decade.”
“Take it
from me—there’s no better place to recover from a crap day, or year, or decade,
than this city.” Jack kneels at my feet and helps me put the shoe back on,
blessedly free of poo stench.
from me—there’s no better place to recover from a crap day, or year, or decade,
than this city.” Jack kneels at my feet and helps me put the shoe back on,
blessedly free of poo stench.
“Speaking
from experience?”
from experience?”
He looks up
at me after zipping my boot, guileless. “Yes.” Without further explanation Jack
stands, looking me up and down. “See you around, crazy lady.”
at me after zipping my boot, guileless. “Yes.” Without further explanation Jack
stands, looking me up and down. “See you around, crazy lady.”
He leaves
me on the tree root and walks away.
me on the tree root and walks away.
I am crazy.
Crazy for thinking that moving here would solve my problems. Crazy for getting
with Murray in the first place. Crazy for getting out of bed.
Crazy for thinking that moving here would solve my problems. Crazy for getting
with Murray in the first place. Crazy for getting out of bed.
Although,
watching Jack’s ass tense as his legs account for the incline in the path makes
getting dressed and leaving the apartment slightly worth it.
watching Jack’s ass tense as his legs account for the incline in the path makes
getting dressed and leaving the apartment slightly worth it.
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Author Bio
Ceri is the author of quirky and sexy contemporary romance
novels. She has a major weakness for sappy cuddle moments as much as hot and
steamy sex scenes, and a penchant for writing snappy and sarcastic dialogue.
She loves romance that isn't afraid to be awkward and uncouth, and thrives on
flawed characters with big hearts.
novels. She has a major weakness for sappy cuddle moments as much as hot and
steamy sex scenes, and a penchant for writing snappy and sarcastic dialogue.
She loves romance that isn't afraid to be awkward and uncouth, and thrives on
flawed characters with big hearts.
A New York native, Ceri now lives in California with her two
cats, Mercy and Eugene Fitzherbert, who should be very thankful she didn't name
him frying pan. She is a proud functioning introvert and lover of all things
geeky. You can find her haunting the Twitter machine or posting pictures of her
ridiculous cats on Instagram.
cats, Mercy and Eugene Fitzherbert, who should be very thankful she didn't name
him frying pan. She is a proud functioning introvert and lover of all things
geeky. You can find her haunting the Twitter machine or posting pictures of her
ridiculous cats on Instagram.
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