Wild Hearts

WILD HEARTS JULIE CAPULET He’s wild, brutal and dangerous. Against my will, he’s also my new husband. The first time I saw Wolf Ramsey was at his family’s estate in Kauai. He was huge and imposing. Armed to the teeth. When he looked right at me, fascination wasn’t my first reaction. It was fear. His outrageous good looks were shadowed only by his wild intensity. You could tell he would be reckless and brutal. Even from a distance, his dark, dangerous energy made my heart beat faster in a way I wasn’t expecting. I knew he would take me places I’ve never been and ruin me, body and soul. I was relieved when it was time to leave. But before I could escape him, one single announcement changed my entire life. Because it’s not going to be my sister who secures the family alliance between the Ramseys and the Fitzpatricks. It’s going to be me. And my new husband-to-be, Wolf Ramsey. WILD HEARTS is a steamy new adult arranged marriage romance, set in paradise. Please note: Wild Hearts is the second book in the Paradise Series. While it can be read as a standalone, this book contains spoilers to Book 1, so it is recommended that you read the first book in the series before reading this one: Devil’s Angel (Paradise Book 1) To keep up with new releases, giveaways, sales and to get two free books, subscribe to my newsletter! WILD HEARTS Copyright © 2023 by Julie Capulet ASIN: B0BQHDV9MX ISBN-13: 979-8374634358 All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced, distributed or scanned in any electronic or printed form whatsoever including information storage and retrieval systems without express permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. WILD HEARTS is a work of fiction. The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. www.juliecapulet.com CONTENTS Note to Readers 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 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Epilogue Nashville Days: Chapter 1 Also by Julie Capulet About the Author Note to readers: Some of the places described in this book are real locations on the Hawaiian islands of Oahu and Kauai. Most are reimagined. The settings and locations have been redesigned to fit the story. 1 “Give her more of that kohl eyeliner. Really lay it on. She needs a smokier eye. And for god’s sake, get rid of that insipid pink lip gloss. Are you serious with that bullshit? We want a siren, fuck-me red. For lips this naturally perfect, it would be a crime not to pimp them out to every hot bachelor with a heartbeat. Think sultry, people. Sexy. It’s time to get this girl some goddamn action.” Okay, wow. My head stylist, whose name is Lana Lee, is at it again. Micromanaging me to within an inch of my life, meanwhile endlessly pointing out how nonexistent my love life is. Which isn’t entirely my fault, but it’s true enough. She’s obsessed with shining a high-beam spotlight onto the obvious at every available opportunity. I have limits. Sure, I’ve never acted on my limits but they’re there. I’m not sure exactly where my line is but I know I’m getting dangerously close to it. They call me sweet. Shy. Quiet. I’m the good girl, the one who always does what she’s told. But simmering just under the surface of my obedience is a wild heart. Some little spark in me is biding its time, craving … something. Freedom. Rebellion. Danger. I can feel it coming. Which is both daunting and sort of thrilling, to be honest. I know I’m going to do something reckless that no one sees coming. I just don’t know when. I guess Lana has reason to be full of herself. Every A-list actor, model and influencer wants to work with her, from here to L.A., Aspen, the Hamptons, Manhattan, London, Paris, Milan, you name it. Even so, she spends most of her time here at Seven Mile Beach, my family’s compound in Waikiki. This is because my sisters pay her astronomical amounts of money to dress us and basically manage our lives—or at least the part of our lives that involves fashion, which is most of it. She also lives in one of our guesthouses as part of her employment package. Which has a cute, Juliet-style balcony that overlooks its own secluded sugar-sand beach. Lana is in such white-hot demand, she sometimes gets caught up in her own hype. Like now, for example. And I’m tired of her non-stop commentary about my so-called “innocence.” It’s her favorite topic. For a brief moment I think about getting up and walking out. Just standing up without saying a word to anyone and walking through our huge, busy fashion studio—with its racks of garments, walls of mirrors, expansive windows that overlook the ocean, teams of stylists and tables strewn with designs and patterns and sewing machines, where ten or more dressmakers are finalizing tonight’s looks for us, along with all the outfits we’ll need for the rest of our weekend. Not to mention all the other upcoming photoshoots and events on our jam-packed schedules. I picture myself silently making my way down the grand staircase of my family’s estate, under the giant crystal chandelier, right out the front door, down the driveway and out the gate. Just walking away into the big, wide-open world where no one knows me and I can do whatever I want. I won’t, of course. I’d probably be kidnapped within minutes. For … reasons. We’re famous. We own the most expensive piece of real estate in Waikiki, along with many others. I understand why I’m guarded. I know why it’s necessary and I’m used to it. Mostly. I’m watched