Wild Side: Billionaire Cowboys Gone Wild, #4

By Adriana French

The road can be a lonely place for Billionaire Country Star Rhett Parker. Buckle bunnies and nameless faces will only get this growly cowboy so far—He's craving the only woman who satisfies his Wild Side.

 

One year ago, I met Karina and I haven't been the same since she left. All the women throwing their panties at me on stage, don't mean a thing. I want her. People would think I'm crazy because we only spent a weekend together, but after a year of trying to get her out of my head, I know she's the one.

 

So, when she showed up out-of-the-blue backstage at one of my concerts, I couldn't let her go. I convinced her to stay on the bus with me and travel to my next stop. Now, I've fallen even deeper for her, but Karina has no idea what I've done.

 

In my desperation, I tried to find someone who could make me feel the way Karina does. Unfortunately, that mistake has come back to bite me in the as*. The video of my said as*, and other things is now streaming on every social media site imaginable and an unbalanced stalker is spreading wild rumors.

When she threatens Karina, my world stops.

Yes, Karina knows my wild side all too well, just as I know hers, but we're beyond that now. It's her wild love I'm after, for the rest of my life.

 

Saddle up, Sugar. A new breed of cowboy-cavemen is here. Why be only dirty and filthy rich when you can be wild too? Rhett is the next Parker brother to meet in the irresistibly naughty Billionaire Cowboys Gone Wild Series of standalone reads.
Expect high heat, coarse language, and an over-the-top plot. Hold on tight to the reins, Rhett's about to show you his Wild Side! Happily Ever After Guaranteed

• Language: English
• Publisher: Adriana French
• Release date: Apr 6, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201545819

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Copyright

Wild Side Copyright © 2022 by Adriana French.

This book is a work of fiction. You have been granted the nonexclusive, nontransferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, decompiled, reverse-engineered, or stored without express permission. Any resemblance to persons living or dead, or places, events or locations are purely coincidental.

Contents

Title Page

Copyright

Contents

Newsletter Invitation

Author’s Note

Synopsis

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Epilogue

Ride ‘Em Hard (Chapter One)

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Author’s Note:

Wild Side is a high heat Second Chance, Billionaire, Country Star romance featuring

the sexy af alpha cowboy, Rhett Parker. It’s a standalone read, but book #4 in the

Billionaire Cowboys Gone Wild series.

This book includes a preview of the super popular, enemies to lovers standalone romance Ride ‘Em Hard. Although the book is also a complete standalone read, it’s the origin story of all the books in the Wild Wests and Billionaire Cowboys Gone Wild series. Wild Side concludes at approximately 95%. Don’t forget to sign up for my Newsletter at the end! Happy Reading!

With love,

Adriana

Synopsis

The road can be a lonely place for billionaire country star Rhett Parker. Buckle bunnies and nameless faces will only get you so far—He’s craving the only woman who satisfies his wild side.

One year ago, I met Karina and I haven’t been the same since she left. All the women throwing their panties at me on stage, don’t mean a thing. I want her. People would think I’m crazy because we only spent a weekend together, but after a year of trying to get her out of my head, I know she’s the one.

So, when she showed up out-of-the-blue backstage at one of my concerts, I couldn’t let her go. I convinced her to stay on the bus with me and travel to my next show. Now, I’ve fallen even deeper for her, but Karina has no idea what I’ve done.

After Karina left, in my desperation, I tried to find someone who could make me feel the way she did. Unfortunately, that mistake has come back to bite me in the as*. The video of my said as*, and other things is now streaming on every social media site imaginable, and an unbalanced stalker is spreading wild rumors.

I don’t care what that stalker does to me, or my career, but when she threatens Karina, my world stops.

Yes, Karina knows my wild side all too well, just as I know hers, but we’re beyond that now. It’s her wild love I’m after, for the rest of my life.

Saddle up, Sugar. A new breed of cowboy-cavemen is here. Why be only dirty and filthy rich when you can be wild too? Rhett is the next Parker brother to meet in the irresistibly naughty Billionaire Cowboys Gone Wild Series of standalone reads.

Expect high heat, coarse language, and an over-the-top plot. Grab the reins, and get to know Rhett’s Wild Side!

Chapter One

The water rinses over me, washing the alcohol from my clogged pores. I close my eyes and inhale the steam from yet another five-star-resort shower. The longer I’m on tour, the more all the hotels seem identical.

Rhett! Cooper’s voice barrels through the bathroom door. What the hell is he doing here so early? Damn it. Why did I agree to having adjoining suites with my manager? He said we needed to run through some notes from last night’s gig. But we both know he’s only here to bug the crap out of me. Rhett, he bellows, you need to fucking see this!

Hold your goddamned horses, I shout, wrapping a towel around my waist, and drip over the warm radiant-heated tiles. I fling open the door. Is there a barn fire out there?

In a matter of speaking, yes.

Fine, I mutter, rounding the corner into the bland living room. Cooper is on the sofa with his back to me, facing the TV. Damn flat screen takes up the entire wall.

So you’re my new wake-up call? I ask sarcastically.

Cooper cranes his neck and glares at me over his shoulder. Yeah, well, you won’t need any caffeine after this. Trust me, this will wake you up good.

Mind if I put some pants on first?

Go ahead. Wearing pants is something you should be doing more of, by the way. Just a friendly tip. He smirks and then shifts so he’s looking at the screen again.

Jesus, you’re in a fine mood this morning, I shout at the open bedroom door. Concert was good last night. Ticket sales were the best they’ve ever been. What are you so pissed about? I throw on a T-shirt, grab my jeans off the foot of the bed and shrug into them before joining him on the couch.

All right, hit me with it.

It isn’t me who’s hitting you. Cooper anxiously fidgets with the remote. It’s every shitty gossip show. Every social media site, Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, TikTok, YouTube, you name it.

And exactly what are they hitting me with?

You sitting down?

Yes, clearly. My ass is on the seat right next to you.

Good, he snarls at me before he clicks the remote at the TV and an enormous picture of my penis appears.

Okay, Jesus Christ. I rake a hand through my wet hair as the shot pans out and I remember the girl I met in Colorado after Red Rocks. Fuck me. My temples throb. I had no idea she was recording us.

Well, perhaps you should consider doing something called vetting.

I wince at the sight of her on her knees sucking me down. It was consensual, I add miserably.

Horrified, he points at my dick. The fuck, Rhett?

She had no reason to complain.

I’ll never be able to unsee that.

Didn’t mean to give you an inferiority complex. I’m trying to lighten the mood, but it’s no use. The sound of my desperate moans fills the room. I’m clearly about to come. Please, just shut it the fuck off.

What were you thinking? my manager snaps. Cooper presses the remote and, mercifully, the television goes black.

I was thinking with my cock, obviously, and not very clearly.

My phone’s been blowing up since the crack of dawn. Everybody wants an interview with you. She says you proposed to her and then left her high and dry.

That’s a crock of shit, I say angrily. Fucking hell. I’d never seen her before that night. Haven’t seen her since. I can’t even remember her name.

Listen, I realize we haven’t worked together that long, so let me spell this out for you as clearly as I possibly can. He grits his teeth, tightening his fists like he wants to wring my neck. "What you do in your spare time is your business, okay? But my business is you and this tour. My livelihood is tied to every single damn thing you do, including fucking. And if you fuck the wrong person, it becomes my problem. And this kind of press can be lethal to a career. Shit. He groans. Right when we’ve finally been selling out."

I glower at Cooper. I understand he’s upset, but I will not tolerate anyone speaking to me in a condescending tone. He’s my fucking employee and getting paid extremely well to handle any complications that come up. This will blow over in a few days.

He does a double take. "Did you actually say blow?"

Sorry, didn’t mean the pun.

You better pray this dies down, or you can kiss cohosting the ACMs goodbye, and throw that deal with Chevy out the window too. We’re up a creek. Your fans won’t be too keen on you fooling around and breaking this girl’s heart. That isn’t your narrative. We’ve talked about this, Rhett. You’re the bad boy on stage, but a good guy deep down. Stick with the fucking narrative, not stick your dick into any pussy that happens to come your way.

I’m about to throw his ass out the door. Who does he think he’s talking to? Has he forgotten how many options I have? That money is no object for me? That there’s a list a mile long of people chomping at the bit for his gig? Cooper. Let me remind you that no matter what happens, who I fuck and when I fuck them is not your concern. Are we going to have a problem with this? Because I can cut you a check right now, and you can be on your way.

No. He straightens, immediately softening his tone. There’s no problem. I was just shocked when I saw the video and read all those tweets this morning.

Jesus. There’s a church bell the size of Texas clamoring in my pounding head. My parents. My family. I sigh. Fucking hell. How will I explain this? It happened a year ago. Was she saving that video to release it at just the perfect moment to ruin my fucking life?

I remember the night clearly. It was wrong, but I fucked that girl in an attempt to get Karina Huntington out of my head. Karina and I only spent one weekend together, but it was enough time for me to become addicted to her. I couldn’t think straight and hoped sleeping with someone else might help.

But I felt even more empty after being with that nameless face. I haven’t slept with anyone since. I keep waiting for the memory of Karina to fade, but my brain won’t let go. My dick is still stuck on her too. She’s the only woman who ever thoroughly satisfied my hunger. And it wasn’t just the sex—it’s like we were made for each other.

Cooper shifts, getting more comfortable, his head on one of the throw pillows like he’s ready to stay a week, but I’ve heard enough. With tension in the air as heavy as my great-aunt Luella’s ass, I get up and walk the few steps to his door.

He takes the hint. Still clearly out of sorts, he pushes off the couch and gets to his feet. Do you have any idea how to resolve this problem? Cooper shakes his head and cleans his glasses with the hem of his shirt.

What do you suggest? You want me to leave a comment on YouTube? Send her an email that she’ll edit to make me look like shit and then blast everywhere?

He slumps against the door, massaging his forehead and clenching his jaw. I’ll do my damnedest to put the kibosh on this. There has to be a way. Or maybe she’ll get bored with harassing you.

Thanks, but my bet is she won’t back down. I mean, who the hell does this? I gesture hopelessly at the screen and then turn back to Coop, who looks like he’s about to cry. Money. She’s after money. That should’ve been my first thought off the bat. After all, I’m a Parker. Music industry or not, everyone on the planet knows my family’s worth billions.

If she was going to bribe you, you’d think she’d get in touch with you before she posted the video. He rubs the back of his neck. Unless … unless there’s more coming. Dear heaven above, tell me there isn’t anything else about to drop. Does she have another video? Rhett, think. Is there something else you two did that I should be aware of?

Fuck. My chest tightens as I scroll back through my aching head, trying to remember exactly what we did. I only saw her that one time. She didn’t even spend the night. I used a condom. We went down on each other and screwed. That’s it.

Things I never thought I’d need to know. I see Cooper’s wheels start to spin. "Look, I can get someone who might find a way to track her down through her IP address or something. I don’t know—if