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Leslie Wilder grew up in a small town in West Tennessee. A country girl at heart, she’s always thought that life is too short, but she had no idea how short it really was until her brother passed away in 2014. She’s always been an avid reader, loving the escape only a great book can give, and wondered if she had what it took to write one of the wild romances she’d come to adore. With the support of her family and friends, she published Inferno: A Devil Chaser’s MC, one year after her brother’s death. With him in mind, she fulfilled her lifetime dream of writing. Since then, she’s completed the Devil Chaser’s Series and continued on with the Satan’s Fury MC Series. She has so many stories in her head, and can’t wait to share each and every one.
Leslie has been blown away by the support of her readers, appreciating every message, review, and encouraging word she’s received over the past year. She looks forward to continuing this journey with them for years to come.
Here is a short sample from the book:
I loved how he made me feel so wanted, so desired. We were both quickly getting carried away, forgetting that we were out in broad daylight, until a car drove by only a few yards away. While I found it doubtful that they could see anything, Gus pulled back from our embrace and said, “It’s time to go.” “What?” I gasped. “I thought we had all afternoon.” “We did.” He eased me off of him and quickly started to stand. Once he was on his feet, he extended his hand to me and said, “But, then you went and kissed me like that, and now, we have to go.” “We do?” As he pulled me to my feet, he answered, “Yeah. We do.” “Why’s that?” I teased. “Cause I need to bury myself inside my woman, and I have no intention of doing that out here where God and anyone else can see.” He placed his hands on my hips and pulled me close. “What you have going on is for my eyes only.” “Oh.” “Now, get that sexy ass of yours on that bike,” he ordered with the sexiest smirk I’d ever seen. I nodded, grabbed the blanket off the ground, and rushed over to his motorcycle. I was about to put on my helmet when Gus came up to me and said, “You know what?” “What?” “I’m pretty crazy about you.” I’d heard him say those words to me many times , but there was something in his tone that made my chest tighten, like a hot dagger had just impaled my heart. My voice trembled as I repeated his words back to him. “I’m pretty crazy about you, too, Gus.”