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Alaska Wild

By´╝ÜHelena Newbury

Alaska Wild

Helena Newbury

Foster & Black



1. Kate

2. Kate

3. Kate

4. Boone

5. Kate

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8. Boone

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11. Kate

12. Boone

13. Weiss

14. Kate

15. Boone

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24. Weiss

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27. Boone

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© Copyright Helena Newbury 2016

The right of Helena Newbury to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by her in accordance with the Copyright, Design and Patents Act 1988

This book is entirely a work of fiction. All characters, companies, organizations, products and events in this book, other than those clearly in the public domain, are fictitious or are used fictitiously and any resemblance to any real persons, living or dead, events, companies, organizations or products is purely coincidental.

First Edition. This book contains adult scenes and is intended for readers 18+.

Cover by Mayhem Cover Creations

Main cover model image licensed from (and copyright remains with) Wander Aguiar Photography.

Dedicated to Tracy, who named the character of Megan, and to all my readers. Thank you for letting me do what I love.



I met him at the edge of the world.

I’d flown from New York to Seattle, then from Seattle to Anchorage and finally from Anchorage to Nome, the planes getting smaller each time. I’d been in continuous motion for twelve hours. But when I climbed out of the plane and set foot in Alaska, I stopped dead and just stared.

The tiny town of Nome is right on Alaska’s Western tip...but I wasn’t ready for how that felt. I turned in a slow circle as the chill spring wind tugged at my coat. To the south and west lay dark sea that looked so cold, I was sure my hand would instantly freeze solid if I dipped it in. Overhead, the sky was so brutally blue it was almost painful, so huge it made me feel like an insignificant speck. To the east and north was open country: towering mountains and thick forest. No skyscrapers. No highways. Nothing normal.

New York, seen from space, is a cluster of lights so dense that it becomes one throbbing mass. I’d spent my whole life there. Alaska is a dark void, the points of light so small and so far apart they almost disappear.

What the hell are you doing here, Kate?

I realized I was flipping my phone over and over in my fingers inside my purse, drawing reassurance from its smooth, man-made lines. I headed for the tiny terminal building as fast as I could.

Inside, I could smell coffee and that calmed me a little. Okay, it was nothing at all like an airport back in civilization, but there were things I recognized: an information desk, a couple of screens showing the handful of flights due that day, and a sign pointing to the restrooms. I followed the arrow, relieved myself and emerged from the restroom staring down at the single, forlorn bar of signal on my phone. That’s how I walked right into him.

My face whumped right into the valley between the big, hard mountains of his pecs. My thighs slammed one-two into his, except his were as solid and unyielding as a rock face. One foot wound up between his boots, my groin perilously close to his. I bounced back a little but he didn’t move at all, as if he was part of the landscape.

I’m five-two, so I instinctively looked up. That wasn’t nearly enough. I had to tilt my head right back.

He was staring back down at me and I just froze because….

Because suddenly, all of that wild that had made me so nervous outside was standing right in front of me, distilled into six feet plus of muscle and stubble. His eyes were the same brutal, frozen blue as the sky outside. Alaskan blue.

I’d never thought about what my exact opposite would be like. Now I knew. Huge, where I’m tiny. Rough where I’m smooth. Everything, from his battered boots to his wide, muscled shoulders were built for work: grunting, rock-smashing, tree-chopping work. I stood there in my suit, clutching my laptop bag, and it was as if I was from a different world. He belonged in this place as much as I didn’t. I knew, straightaway, that he was born here.

And yet while the landscape outside unnerved me, this man triggered something completely different, an awakening that started at every millimeter of my skin that touched his but rippled in until it hit me soul-deep. There was something about him: animal and raw. Not just wild but Alaska wild. It was new and intoxicating, ripping through me like a hurricane and leaving behind a scalding heat. It was so strong, it was almost frightening.