Jim Wilder Books Novels & Stories

I was so lucky to have such a funny uncle. Sitting in my hotel bathroom I light another cigarette. I had quit smoking many times but whenever my stress would rise, I would start up again. There were times that I would be so stressed that I would chain smoke until I threw up. Remembering this part of my life might bring me to having one of these times. I go into the main area of the hotel room and grab another bottle of champagne. Afterall, coming to terms with my past should be a celebration of freedom should it not? I sit in the chair that looks out onto the main street. Outside people are laughing and celebrating on a busy Friday night. Many of these people are drunk and simple live in a h

Dear Gentle Readers, How art thou? I am mostly exhausted right now. But it is totally worth it. Can you believe that this story has finally come to an end? I would like to say a massive thank you for the support that you all have given to this book and other books. Your love and support have always been the key success of this story. Reading your comments, your reviews, and your anticipation for the next chapters have driven me to write and complete these two books: Taming The Wild Alpha and Mad Wolf.

My heart did this stupid tumble inside my chest, and it took everything out of me not to run off as I initially planned to do. No. I was going to ruin his day. I had no idea how I would go about that, but I sure as heck would try. I clenched my fists to my sides, the need to beat the trash out of them like I did with Jace, but I had to be realistic here. The Savage–or should I call him by his real name now that we were acquainted?–was an almost-alpha of a rival pack. Hunter was a rogue, making him as unpredictable and unstable as my dad’s love life.

Lexa The compound came into view as we broke through the tree line, the cabins and watchtowers bathed in the pale glow of the rising moon. The sight should have brought relief. Safety. But my legs felt weak beneath me, my lungs raw from the miles running in my escape. My heart weighed heavy with guilt. Every step closer to the Wilde Pack was a reminder of how much danger I’d brought to their door. My flank throbbed where claws had torn through skin—it was healing, thanks to Vivi and the Starfire, but the ache lingered reminding me of what I'd done.

The children returned to their play, their cheerful energy momentarily lifting my spirits. I turned back to Ryan, who watched me with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity. I took a deep breath, struggling to compose myself. “Why are you sitting alone, Ryan—uh, buddy?” I asked, choosing a more neutral term. “Because I can’t walk,” he murmured, glancing down at his bandaged leg. “What happened to your leg?” I inquired, but Bell interrupted with an explanation. “His father saved him from wolves. It was a wild wolf that did this,” she said, her voice tinged with sadness.

It was the kind of silence that could lull you into forgetting how much you’d lost, until someone like Amy came along and tore it wide open again. It had been six years since I met Amy, six years since I fled the city and sought refuge in a foreign land, trying to piece my life back together. Two women running from ghosts, both pretending that starting over was the same thing as healing. She was the first to help me stand again, the first to remind me that even broken things could still function, even if they never truly mended. Six years ago, I was still married to Ram Jordan, the man I once believed was my forever. The man who looked at me like I was his world… until the day he shattered m

I pulled out the latest BookTok darling from my backpack—the one with the cover everyone was blushing over—and flipped to where I’d left off. The girl in the book was officially snowed in at a remote cabin with her hot, brooding not-uncle and his even hotter sons. It was chaotic, messy, probably deeply inappropriate—and I was all in. I’d just hit the chapter with the spicy scene. You know the one. A fireplace. A blizzard. Tension so thick it needed a crowbar. I took a long sip of my lavender drink and sank deeper into the fantasy. This? This was exactly what I needed.

It was Doubt. Jeweled bent low, his golden gaze fixed on her as the scene unfolded. The old wolf had stumbled into view, its ribs were sharp beneath its fur, fully gray with age. It wasn't a threat it was just another wolf trying to survive in a world that was too cruel for the weak. Garrick raised his hands, barking for the girl to take the shot. Jeweled body tensed, ready to leap, to tear through them both if she obeyed. His body vibrated with anger, and claws dug deep into the soil.

Her voice cracks, the last word spat like a challenge or perhaps a prayer. She thinks of the stories in the group chats and the cautionary tales whispered in Omega support groups: bright, ambitious girls who show up at freshman orientation, only to vanish midway through the first semester. Some reappear years later, glazed-eyed and pliant, their academic dreams replaced by a different kind of purpose. Most don’t come back at all. Lyric's mother warned her every summer—never trust an Alpha in a confined space, never fall asleep with the door unlocked, never believe that your bond is stronger than your ambition. But no warning or suppressant regimen could have prepared her for the reality of i

He claimed the wilderness was full of vicious Rogues and that he feared for my safety. But the fresh, high-quality prey he sometimes brought back couldn't possibly have come from this outer part of the wilderness. I used to feel sorry for him, for all his hard work, and even offered to hunt with him. But he told me that the deep woods were filled with out-of-control Rogues and rabid beasts. The trap with the rabid bear had left me so terrified that I clung to his every word. Now, any rustle in the woods makes me flinch and instinctively cry out his name.