From the Publisher
"Drama, danger and sexual tension... Romantic suspense at its best. 5/5 Stars, Reviewer Top Pick" - Night Owl Reviews
"A wild roller coaster ride of a story... Nonstop action." - Fresh Fiction
"Every single story is packed full of heart pounding action sequences and mouthwatering love stories." - The Bookwhisperer
"A roller coaster ride of emotions and action." - Delighted Reader
"One heck of a riveting plotline... Born Wild is definitely not to be missed! 41/2 Stars" - RT Book Reviews
"Possibly the best of Walker's Black Knight tales, Born Wild is filled with highly sensual sex scenes and enough tension to ignite the pages. Fans of Maya Banks' KGI series will also love this... " - Booklist
"Julie Ann walker is an amazing author! " - http://www.justplainsassy.com/2013/10/01/born-wild-by-julie-ann-walker-2/
"WOW! The chemistry between Bill and Eve is explosive!" - Romancing Rakes for the Love of Romance
"Steam worthy sexual attraction and pulse pounding action only accentuate this fabulously executed plot. Don't miss Born Wild." - Tome Tender
"One of the best romantic suspense novels I've read so far this year. Well written, full of drama, action, laughs and love, you will enjoy every second..." - Romance Witch's Reviews
Read an Excerpt
Thursday, 5:38 p.m.
Someone was trying to kill her.
As Eve Edens squeezed the brakes on her classic 1966 Vespa motor scooter and felt absolutely zero response, it occurred to her that all the misfortune she'd suffered lately could no longer be chalked up to coincidence. The mugging, the fire, and now this? Even she wasn't this unlucky.
So, it was official; someone wanted her dead...
Of course, she'd have to worry about who that could be later. Right now, she had to find a way to stop the scooter from plowing into the stalled traffic fifty feet in front of her.
Her breath punched from her lungs, and her brain buzzed with terror as she thumbed the button for the horn. But the pathetic meep, meep, meep didn't do a thing to catch the attention of the motorists parked on the roadway ahead. And even if it did, it's not as if they could get out of the way or anything. Traffic was at a standstill in all lanes. There was no place to go except...
Oh, geez. She was going to have to try for the lake.
Yanking the handlebars hard to the right, she gritted her teeth as she bounced over the curb on Lake Shore Drive with head-whipping force. In a flash, she was on the grassy area separating the road from the jogging path and the greenbelt that ran the length of the city. Then, she was zooming across the trail at forty miles per hour, nearly plowing into a man wearing bright red running shorts. Missing him by no more than a hairsbreadth, she careened down the steep embankment on the opposite side. Dodging trees and gathering speed-which she so didn't need-she braced herself for the inevitable.
Sweet Lord, help me!
And then the inevitable happened. She was airborne.
The smell of car exhaust and hot asphalt was replaced by the aroma of freshwater algae and fish as she flew past the high, man-made marina wall and over the cobalt blue of Lake Michigan. The Vespa whined beneath her, its engine revving uselessly, and she only had a split second to think, a split second to gather her scattered wits. Letting go of the handlebars, she kicked the scooter away right before she slammed into the water. Sploosh!
Oh, God! It was like hitting a brick wall. A cold brick wall. Because even in late summer, the lake's temperature remained in the forties. For a moment, the hard jolt and shock of the frigid water paralyzed her, and she drifted down into the dark abyss. Then, her stalled synapses started firing like crazy, giving her the cranial version of a kick-in-the-pants, and she swam toward the surface with everything she had. But no matter how hard she scissored her legs or pulled with her arms, the sunlight glittering on the rippling waves above grew fainter and fainter, and the cold pressing in on her from all sides grew ragged, icy teeth that bit into the exposed skin of her arms and face.
She was drowning.
The woman who'd grown up on the water, knowing how to set a sail before she could read, was drowning. The woman who'd spent her entire adult life studying marine animals from both above and below the water's surface was drowning. The woman who was mere weeks away from delivering her doctoral thesis on the effects of tourist snorkeling and diving on the world's great reefs was drow-
Her backpack was filled with her research material. All however-many-umpteen pounds of it. And it was dragging her down to a watery grave.
Reaching for the clip around her waist, she managed to squeeze the locking mechanism with fingers gone numb from the frosty water. Then she shrugged out of the shoulder straps and immediately kicked toward the surface. Her lungs were burning for oxygen, her blood pounding in her head with every thundering heartbeat, and the urge to take a breath was as instinctual as it was overwhelming. But to do so would mean death. So she bit into her bottom lip and beat back that desire even as she clawed her way through the water.
So close, so close. Stars danced before her eyes; darkness closed in on the edge of her vision. No! No! I'm not gonna make it! And then...
"Uhhhhhh!" she raked in life-giving air the instant she broke the surface, coughing and sputtering as she sucked droplets of water into her lungs along with all that beautiful, delicious oxygen.
She could hear people yelling to her from the top of the marina wall, asking if she was okay, but she was too busy restoring her body's air supply to answer. Once she hacked up the liquid from her heaving lungs, she flipped onto her back, concentrating everything she had on simply floating and slowing her frantic heartbeat. As the water closed over her ears, drowning out the sound of the concerned crowd, she let her gaze linger on the white, puffy clouds lazily drifting across the powder-blue sky.
For a few seconds, she found comfort in the quietness of the lake's embrace, in the weightlessness that permitted her thoughts to drift with the tide. But the seconds were fleeting. Because the taste of blood from her bitten lip quickly brought her slamming back to reality. Like it or not-and she most certainly did not-she could no longer overlook the fact that someone was out to get her...
And if the police ignored this latest incident like they'd ignored the first two, if they blew it off as bad luck, or being in the wrong place at the wrong time, or flippin' faulty wiring or something, she was going to be left with no recourse but to turn to the one man she'd sworn to avoid like a skin-diving expedition with tiger sharks. She was going to have to ask "Wild Bill" Reichert and his band of merry-covert-operative-men over at Black Knights Inc. for help.