Title: Becoming a Vincent
Series: The Wild Ones
Author: C.M. Owens
When you live in a place where “turbo speed” internet is a slight step above dial-up, men carry on nine-year beard-growing challenges out of stubborn pride, and your brothers do things like nail all your panties to the outside of your cabin just for funsies, you tend to be a little crazy. You can call it a “locational” hazard, if you will.
That’s Tomahawk for you.
We rank people based on just how crazy they are. And the four craziest families in town are called the Wild Ones.
I’m on the bottom tier of those, so technically I’m not as crazy as the other Wild Ones. In fact, if it wasn’t for my brothers and their endless antics, I wouldn’t be considered a Wild One at all. Ahem. Sure. We’ll go with that.
Anyway, I have a best friend who endures it all with me. Benson Nolans is my one, constant favorite person.
Without him, I’d probably go really crazy, and not the fun kind. It’d be ridiculous, after three years of a flawless friendship, to mess that all up by falling for him.
I mean, even if we did get a little too close one night, it’d be reckless endangerment. Even if we did suddenly feel the chemistry that’s always been there and stop toeing the line, it’d be a foolish risk to take.
It’d be stupid to start hoping a really fun, but completely irrational, night with zero inhibitions might accidentally happen.
*Completely, 100% crazy
MY RATING: 5 Stars
Is the quarentine getting you down?
Feeling a little blue?
Don’t fear. The Wild Ones are here. Literally the first chapter of the book had be hosing myself and my frown found itself upside down. Lilah Vincent is a MC any girl can adore and Benson Nolans is amazingly patient, sometimes oblivious and SUPER hot.
From the word go (or shall I say cougar) I was completely drawn into the story and fell insanely in love with the entire Vincent family. Hale and Killian (however crazy they may be) crawled their cookoo selves so deep into my heart that I kind of feel like they are my brothers too.
C.M. Owens is a genius. I have read some of her other work and all very good – but it takes a special kind of mind to create a world like Tomahawk where men grow their beards for 9 years, and families are separated on the four corners of crazy and still somehow make it seem realistic.
Now if only I can find my own Tomahawk, and move my little family of crazy there. Then maybe no-one will judge when I walk around in my PJ’s all day. Oh wait… we’re all doing that already.