Roxie Noir

The Savage Wild Roxie Noir

Wilder Flint was the worst mistake of my life. I should have known better than to fall for his cruel charms and cut-glass eyes, but I was good at calculus and bad at understanding people. He shredded my heart to pieces. I spent ten years forgetting Wilder Flint, and it took every minute. Of course he shows up again. He's got the same blue eyes, the same cocky grin, and a brand-new swagger that makes me weak in the knees. I've got a summer research project in the Arctic and three canceled flights. Wilder's got a plane. But when we crash deep in the middle of nowhere, all we've got is each other. I hate Wilder. I hate him in the depths of my soul, with a fire and fury I've never felt about anything else. But that doesn't mean I can resist him. After all, love and hate aren't so different.