Excerpt from Silver Bastard
By Joanna Wylde
www.joannawylde.com
Prologue
California
Five years ago
Puck
Motherfucker that burned.
The shot was a double,
and the fact that it’d come cradled between two beautiful, giant tits attached
to a stripper with endless legs and a tight ass didn’t hurt one goddamned bit.
Tequila hit my stomach, the alcohol shocking my system, and shit finally got
real.
Freedom.
Fourteen months since
the last time I’d had a decent drink—all but forgotten what it felt like, too.
That sweet, harsh pain that comes from losing the surface layer of skin all the
way down your throat? Gorgeous. Never felt better in my life, and that’s a
fact. Helped that the queen of body shots had sucked me off right after we’d
pulled up to the party.
Spent the last year
trying to decide what I’d do first when I finally
got out. Kept going back and forth between getting laid and getting drunk, but
God apparently has a soft spot for assholes because we’d found one hell of a
good compromise.