Wild North (The North Brothers Book 1) by JB Salsbury
From New York Times bestselling author, JB Salsbury, comes an angsty new romance with a bossy hero and woman who was born to survive.
To me, he was Grizzly.
To the world, I would learn, he’s someone else completely.
I should have died on that mountain.
But he rescued me.
More animal than man, he’s cold, distant, and fiercely territorial. He seems to hate me for simply breathing, and yet, he brought me back to life.
After my return to the city, I can’t stop thinking about him. His rough hands, intense glare, and the way he cared for me as if I meant something to him.
He tells me he’s dangerous. That I’m not safe around him. I would eventually understand why he warned me away. But by then it’s too late. My heart is his.
Publication date 18/5/2021
“Do you plan to kill me?”
I drop my spoon into the bowl and bite back a fierce response. Are you out of your mind, you stupid, stupid girl!“Why would I save you if I’d planned to kill you?” I’m unsuccessful at keeping the anger from my voice. When she doesn’t immediately respond, I slowly turn around to see that she hasn’t touched her food. Her gaze darts to the wall where I store my weapons—buck knives, machetes, multiple hatchets, and a hunting rifle.
“Those are for hunting.” I eye her untouched food. She must be hungry. Upon further inspection, I see that her face shines with perspiration, and her lips, which had regained their pink color last night, look pale once again. The abrasion on her head has scabbed over and doesn’t look puffy or red. “Are you sick?” I stand and cross to her.
“No, I’m in pain. What are you doing?”
Having dropped to a squat, I peel back the animal pelts to see if she has any other injuries. She tries to bend her knees, make herself into a protective ball, but she winces in pain, and her legs flop out in front of her. That’s when I notice the dark stain on her gray long johns. “Are you bleeding?”
“What?” She follows my line of sight to her midsection. “I don’t think so.”
I grasp the hem of her shirt and wrench the fabric up.
“Hey, don’t touch me!” She bats at my hands but stops when her gaze lands on the bloody scratches carved into her torso. “I didn’t—”
“Fuck,” I growl and drop her shirt. “Anything else?”
Her eyes turn to slits, and her pale lips thin. “Like I meant for this to happen?”
I leave her to grab my first aid kit and throw a shit ton more wood into the woodstove. “Take these.” I hand her an antibiotic and a pain reliever.
“What are they?”
“Do you want to die? Because I’d be happy to drag you back out where I found you. If you want to live, take the fucking pills.” I rip clean gauze from its packaging, and once she’s swallowed the pills, I direct her to lie down.
She keeps a cautious eye on me when I pull up her shirt. The wounds on her stomach and ribcage are mostly superficial. I pull her shirt higher, and she fights me without success. She moans in pain as she lifts her other hand to cover her exposed breast. Where the swell of that breast meets her ribs is an angry red and bloody wound.
“Lift your arm.”
Slowly she lifts her arm above her head. “My shoulder is sore. It might be broken.”
“Dislocated.” I go about cleaning away the old blood around the wound to get a better idea of what I’m dealing with.
Her gaze snaps to mine. “How do you… You fixed it?” She flinches, and air escapes her clenched teeth when I hit a sensitive area. “I think I remember. The pain, at least.”
I grab the flashlight in the first aid kit and click it on. “Take this. Hold it right here.”
She’s a horrible help, the beam of light shines just about everywhere except where I need it. I do my best to clean the area, and that’s when I see something dark protruding from the wound. It can’t be one of her broken ribs, it’s not the right size or color.
“You’ve been impaled.”
“Impaled? Are you serious?”
“I’m always serious.” I hop up and grab a wooden spoon and a pair of needle-nose pliers. I pour boiling water over the pliers and hold the wooden spoon handle to her mouth.
“What are you doi—”
I shove the wooden spoon between her molars, and her eyes grow wide and panicked. “Bite. This’ll hurt.”
She makes some unintelligible noise that is easy enough to translate. Something like, “Oh, God, no. Please, wait. Give me one more second—”
I rip a piece of wood the size of her pinkie from her body, and she screams behind the wooden spoon. Tears streak down her face, and her breathing is so quick I think she’s going to pass out. Good. She’s easier to work on when she’s out cold. She manages to stay conscious as I stuff the wound with sterile gauze and cover it with medical tape. Her cheeks are wet with tears and sweat, but she doesn’t make a sound when I remove the spoon from her teeth. “Now eat.”
I reclaim my breakfast seat with my back to her.
“Thank you,” she pants, probably fighting through residual pain.
My jaw locks down on lukewarm oatmeal. I nod and blow out a tense breath.
Stuck with a random woman in my space is bad enough.
Stuck with a dying woman in my space would be worse.
A hero who didn’t want to be a hero. Alexander just wants to be left alone. But rescuing Jordan was never in his plans, he comes here when the pressures of the modern world gets too much!
She only wanted to be happy, but lately poor Jordan feels like her boyfriend is pulling away from her, so a last ditched attempt is an outing to the mountains, but that didn’t go to plan either, and now Jordan is staring death in the face…..
This book will pull all types of emotions out of you, but mostly sad. Two broken souls, but only one willing to open their mind and heart to the other!
Alexander doesn’t share well, his past was harsh and cruel, it left him with scars and demons, and he fights those on a daily basis, he’s by no means a nice man. But you can’t but care about the character! He’s a lost soul, and he needs Jordan more than he realises! He has family, but to him it’s all just a burden, all he wants to do is design buildings and keep busy, busy is good, busy doesn’t get people killed!
Jordan is a great character, she’s been done over by her boyfriend, but she’s a survivor, and this comes across in the book. An ordinary waitress but with big ideas, she loves the huddle and bustle, she’s come from a poor family, so to her tips means she’s worked hard. A sharp wit and a quick mind.
The scenery and emotions are all really well written, you feel the cold of the mountain wind, you witness the attraction and the author keeps you on tender hooks the entire time.
It takes a while for walls to come down. It can’t really be called an enemies to lovers book either, Alexander doesn’t have any emotions or thoughts regarding Jordan, he just wants her better and then gone….But it does change, and then it hits you like a ton of bricks…. The emotions that pour out of Alexander is like a tidal wave, he can’t concentrate, and if he loses his concentration then bad things happen! But slowly she wins him over, and then it’s time for her to leave…..
Can Jordan really go back to a bleak and lonely life? If Alexander has anything to do about it yes! But letting her go is proving hard, she’s not a possession, but he feels very possessive! Maybe they can work this out? Maybe they have a future?
But with huge secrets in the North closet, they don’t want Jordan there! And after meeting his brothers and parents! Jordan isn’t sure she wants to be there either! But something keeps her wanting more from her Grizzly….But pushing this family isn’t a wise thing to do…..
First in a new series, and I’m hoping his brothers all get books, as can’t wait to see them fall to their knees! They had plenty to say about Jordan and Alexander’s relationship, and sometimes it wasn’t always helpful, the brothers have issues themselves, and that came actions in their opinions!
I’m definitely interested in reading the next book, and this author is being added to my Author to be read list.
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About JB Salsbury
JB Salsbury, New York Times Best Selling author of The Fighting Series, lives in Phoenix, Arizona, with her husband and two kids. She spends the majority of her day lost in a world of battling alphas, budding romance, and impossible obstacles as stories claw away at her subconscious, begging to be released to the page.
Her love of good storytelling led her to earn a degree in Media Communications. With her journalistic background, writing has always been at the forefront, and her love of romance prompted her to write her first novel.
Since 2013 she has published six bestselling novels in The Fighting Series and won a RONE Award.
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