Excerpt: How to Tame Beasts & Other Wild Things by A. Wilding Wells




How To Tame Beast and Other Wild Things
A. Wilding Wells 



My name is Matilda Pearl. My life is a non-stop riddle I hope to one day solve.

I’ve learned to protect my heart; fate has dealt me more than a few shit cards in my twenty-two years. Invisibility tops my list, not to mention tragedy.

I was yanked out of a Paris-France life by my ass of a father, and thrown into a one year journey on a farm in Wisconsin. I’ve been assigned the impossible: Wife Catcher. Simply put, until I replace myself I’m Mary Poppins, the beast tamer, ringmaster of the unruly, complete with twin toddlers and a beast of a man. Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to my three-ring circus.

The Beast – Balthazar Cox – is repulsive…as in that sexy, I-just-died-and-went-toheaven sort of repulsive. He walks the earth like he owns it, with his tatted trunk of a body and chiseled-rough, blazing good looks. The beastly Brit – did I mention that he’s English? – also happens to be my widowed brother-in-law, a man haunted by betrayal and abandonment, and for whom I’m on task to find a wife. If I succeed I’ll be rewarded with my juicy trust fund. And, yes, it will happen. You can keep your diamonds and designer clothes…. With my bag of loot, I plan on becoming the Patron Saint of Lost and Found Animals.

When the past resurfaces more than once for both of us, all hell breaks loose. Can you be lost and found at once? In other words, sometimes lies can be cathartic. Some people heal us; some of us heal others.

This is mostly a love story, an unlikely sexy romance with whiplash twists, boundaries that shouldn’t be crossed, and multiple risks of losing everything. It may have more heartache, and drama than some but in the end it’s about truth, discovery and forgiveness. Maybe it was wrong to fall for him. Or maybe the hole in his heart was always waiting for me to fill it. Now there’s a riddle for you.





Balthazar

An iron horse with a flaxen tail.
The faster the horse runs,
the shorter his tail becomes.
What is it?

A needle and thread.



Matilda is hanging laundry on the line out front. Knickers? Fuck. She’s hanging her lacy knickers on the line? What am I going to do with her? No doubt, she’s one of those girls who can take what she wants from life. She’s genuine and raw. Her unfinished qualities make her curiously unique. She could strip you down, rob a bank, steal anything with that wonder-filled smile. Is it that I haven’t been around a woman in a few years, or is it her?
The sun is blazing as the boys and I head to the feed mill. After ordering our supplies, we walk from the mill to Grandma Nell’s kitchen for breakfast. Nell’s is one of those comfort-food diners that fills me and my boys up well and for cheap. The boys slide off their cherry-red stools at the counter every ten seconds or so until Nell spots us.
“I hear you have company out at the farm,” she says, wiping her hands on her apron.
That makes me think about how Matilda had an apron on when she ran into me while trying to get to the oven dinger yesterday. Her full breasts pushed against my chest as I scolded her. I haven’t had a woman pressed against my body in over two years. Matilda, Lord help me. I’d held her there as long as I could, looking down into her abundant cleavage. Then I forced myself to walk the other way so she wouldn’t see my raging hard-on.





I’m a mother of four sons, a country dweller, a foodie, an animal and nature lover and an entrepreneur. I started my first company when I was twenty-three with my husband and partner, the lovely man I am still married to and work with twenty-four years later. Together we’ve always created. I’ve written several books in other genres under a different name. My first novel is A Mess of Reason. My second book, How To Tame Beasts And Other Wild Things, is out now!








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