Gone Wild
by Dakota Madison
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GENRE: Romantic Comedy
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BLURB:
When Bly is arrested for
reading one of the great books while driving home, a judge sentences her to
thirty days of community service with The Wild Way, a therapeutic wilderness
program for troubled teens.
There she meets Turner
Wild, the owner and operate of the wilderness program. Turner is everything Bly
despises: rugged, unrefined and outdoorsy. For Bly a trip to hell sounds more
desirable than spending an entire month with Turner and his band of hooligans
as they traverse the woods of rural northwest New Jersey
Bly certainly never
expects to form a bond with the troubled teens she’s been assigned to mentor
and forge an unlikely relationship with their fearless leader, Turner Wild.
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My Review:
Since I discovered this author I have seen her work with various genres and has never disappointed me. Not even in this case. It 's a funny and brilliant comedy, which also deals with some sensitive issues.
Bly is a forty year old single teacher who loves to read. If it was for her she would live in a library. For a series of unfortunate events she must spend a month at The Wild Way, a desert camp and take care of some rebellious teenagers. Mud, snakes, spiders is not exactly her ideal environment but discovers she has a great ability to adapt. To help her there is Turner Wild, the fascinating and mysterious boss of the camp.
All the characters are amazing. Bly is a smart woman but very private, has suffered a lot in the past and she is closed in on herself. She seems arrogant and cocky but she is actually very sensitive and sweet. Her dialogues and interactions with Turner are really hilarious no to mention her monologues.
It 's a funny story, full of humor but also romantic and moving. It 's written very well with a brilliant and witty style, It will grab your attention from the beginning and hold it through to the end and leave you begging for more.
Highly recommended
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EXCERPT:
What was I thinking packing so much stuff? I was thinking
I’ll be here an entire month and I need reading materials.
Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road.
Those words from T.S. Eliot’s ‘The Waste Land’ seem
appropriate right now. I take a seat on my suitcase and wipe the sweat from my
brow with a tissue that I just happened to have shoved in my pocket. I can’t
even remember the last time I sweated. It may have been in high school when we
were forced to play those utterly horrendous sports in our Physical Education
classes.
I was supposed to be at the apex of my career this year. I
was finally promoted from Associate to Full Professor. Edgar had been hinting
that when he retired I was first in line to take over as Chairperson of the
English Department. I was just a few months away from paying off the mortgage
on my house.
Now it looks like I might lose everything, and I’m sitting
in the middle of the woods helpless to do anything about it. Edgar was not
happy when I told him I needed to take a month of personal leave and he’d need
to find a substitute to teach my classes. That coupled with the fact that my
arrest and conviction has tarnished the reputation of the institution does not
bode well for me still having a career upon my return from this journey into
the wilderness.
The sun is starting to get higher overhead, and it’s beating
down on me. I’m not sure how much of the blistering brightness my pale skin can
take. I should probably edge closer to the tree line where it’s shaded, but I’m
too exhausted to move.
I’m just about to fall asleep seated on my suitcase when a
large pickup truck whizzes by. I try to raise a hand to wave the driver over,
but to no avail. My arm won’t lift high enough.
Instead I choke on the dust left in the truck’s wake.
Then to my surprise the trucks comes to a screeching halt,
reverses and heads back towards me.
When I rise to greet the driver my legs feel like cooked
noodles. They’re so weak I can barely control them as I move towards the truck.
My eyes go wide when I see who has hopped out of the
vehicle. The driver is a young, petite woman of Asian descent.
From the neck up she’s beautiful, with long silky dark hair
and perfect features. From the neck down she’s dressed like a man. She’s
wearing well-worn jeans, black combat boots and a green Army jacket.
“Are you lost?” Her tone is accusatory, definitely not
friendly.
I shake my head.
“You know this road leads to a wilderness camp for troubled
teens.”
“I do.”
She looks me up and down. “You don’t look like you’re ready
for the wilderness, and you’re definitely not a teenager.”
“I’m aware of that.” My voice is weary. “I’m court ordered
to be here. Community service.”
She rolls her eyes. “Lucky us.”
“Unfortunately the cab driver wouldn’t take me beyond the
main road. I’ve been walking for hours.”
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Where to find
DAKOTA...
Website: http://www.karen-mueller-bryson.com
Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/karenmbryson/
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Twitter: https://twitter.com/karenmbryson
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GIVEAWAY INFORMATION and RAFFLECOPTER CODE
Dakota
Madison will be awarding 3 eCopies of Still Fine at Forty by Dakota Madison to
a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.
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