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My 5 star review of Wolf Bait
I really loved this book by Nina James, it was awesome. I loved how it was written- and the journey it took me on. I also really enjoyed the Alaskan setting. Trust me when i say it ends on a HELL of a cliffhanger, but now I am more than ready to read the second part!!
Abbi Mitchell is the heroine of this story. She is very sheltered and naive in nature- but also very strong. Abbi had her heart broken. She has found out that her fiance has cheated on her and I loved how she left everything behind at home and was able to travel to Alaska to work for the Wolf chain of luxury hotels. She gets a little hammered her first night there, being as how she doesn't drink too often, and runs into a mystery man who sets her body on fire. Little does she know that man was Henry Wolf- the owner of all of these upscale hotels.
Henry is a man, who is quite like the Christian Grey of his hotel chain. He is quite the little lumberjack and entrepreneur, and he definitely has some skeletons in his closet- but all he knows is that he is taken with Abbi from the start.
The erotic scenes are written so well, and they are definitely scorchers. I loved how sexy the cover was, and i am glad that i was able to read this book, because now i want book number two more than ever.
WOLF BAIT Excerpt
When things take an ugly turn, people are always saying they’re going to pick up and move far away. Australia, France, anywhere that puts an ocean between them and their problems. Most don’t ever act on that. I certainly had no intention of doing so.
And then I went to that job fair in the city library, more than a little panicked about what I was going to do this summer. Recruiters were peddling administrative and counselor positions, trade internships, day care. Nothing I was interested in. Plus, they were all local Chicago-based positions. The last thing I wanted to do was stay in Chicago for the summer. I needed to separate myself from it and its bitter memories, if for only a few months until school started again in the fall.
But the idea of going back to Pennsylvania, where everyone including the cows had heard the nitty-gritty details about my breakup with Jed, was even more unappealing.
That’s what happens when you grow up in a small town and then go away to college with your high school sweetheart, who’s also the reverend’s son, who you were supposed to marry the summer after you both graduate college.
Who you’ve been saving yourself for.
Who you caught with his pants down and thrusting into some raven-haired jezebel.
And, while in the depths of despair, though you know better, you tell your upstanding, churchgoing mama, who is known around town as much for her raspberry pie as for her big mouth.
That scandal sure gave the folks of Greenbank something to talk about during Pennsylvania’s long, cold winter. It’s been months since D-Day, or what I like to call Dick Day, when I caught him. , to be exact.
I’m sure tongues were wagging across pews during church service. When I visited over Easter weekend though, I got nothing but sympathetic nods and pats. Jed, sitting in the pew directly across from us, earned more than a few glowers. Not everyone shared those feelings, though. His father, Reverend Enderbey, decided that giving a sermon on man’s weakness for carnal flesh and the need for forgiveness and understanding would be more appropriate than discussing the resurrection of Christ that day.
Much like Jed promised me, Reverend Enderbey has promised my parents that this is just a momentary blip in Jed’s faith; that he’s feeling confused and needs to sort out his priorities. He’ll come back to me, after he’s done sowing his wild oats.
Why do they all think I’ll want to take him back?
He broke my heart that day, and has continued breaking it daily, every time I see him walking hand in hand around campus with her.
He’s not just sowing wild oats. They’re dating now.
So when I passed by the Wolf Hotels booth at the job fair a month ago and spotted the pamphlet with a beautiful vista of snow-capped mountains and forest, I immediately stopped and started asking questions, and within ten minutes I knew that Wolf Cove was my ticket away from sadness, temporarily at least. I just needed to get myself to Homer, Alaska. They’d provide transportation to the hotel, subsidized accommodations and meals onsite, and weekly transport to Homer, if needed, and in turn I’d work like a dog and keep my mind occupied.