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A billionaire with family secrets looking for a fresh start.
A reformed jewel thief.
And a choice that changes everything.

Leo has two priorities: putting down new roots and making up for his mistakes.

He doesn’t have time for a blind date with his new neighbor.

Until he finds out she’s the woman he let slip away…but never forgot.

Cassie has finally paid her debts and is living the life she’s always wanted.
Her new neighbor sounds like he could be Mr. Right.
Only, he turns out to be the man who promised her the world then disappeared without a trace.

In another time and another place, he was a playboy who made her believe in miracles.
Now, he’s a danger to everything she’s worked hard for.

He wants to pick up where they left off.
She wants to keep her distance.

But when they’re together, their chemistry is undeniable.
The heat between them burns hot and fast.
Until a secret whips up a fire that threatens to engulf them all.


EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT: The Wild Card

Dylan Allen

Expected Release Date: 16 January 2024

Book Series: 

An all-new neighbours to lovers, second chance romance in Dylan Allen’s Rivers Wilde series is out this week, I have an excerpt for you.

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Excerpt

As soon as I close the door behind us, the lights come on. The room is fine—clean with a bed, dresser and television. 

“This is cozy.” Cassie drops her small bag on the bed and turns a full circle. 

I strip off my jacket and hang it on the back of the door. 

She kicks her heels off and walks over to look out of the window. “There are literally no bad views here.” 

“Not a one.” I join her and stare out into the moonlit night. The hotel is elevated and the sky and ocean collide and appear to become one.  “I can’t believe we actually did that.” 

She laughs. “Stick with me kid, you’ll start believing.” 

“So…did you have fun tonight?” she asks, still facing the ocean. 

“Once we were away from the party, it was nothing but. Thank you.” 

“I had fun, too. You’re welcome.” 

We fall into a comfortable silence and I enjoy the moment of nothing but contentment. And then as I always do when my mind is quiet, I replay the evening and remember that there are things I want to say to this woman. 

“Mona is my ex.” 

She sighs, resting her head on my arm. “When did it end?” 

“We broke up a year ago. I’m not important enough to be her husband. She wants to be a first lady.” 

“Wow. Really? I didn’t even know that was a thing you could aspire to.” 

“It’s not a common ambition. But it was hers.” 

“So, that’s why you broke up? Because you’re not the president of a country? Her husband is?” 

“Minister of Foreign Affairs, and he’s a favorite in the next election.”

“So why is she here?” 

I shrug. “They were invited but didn’t RSVP so I don’t know.”

“Well, she was eye fucking you and he was trying to kill you with eye daggers so I’d say you got away unscathed.”

“I don’t know why she was so rude to you.” 

“Nothing makes you feel worse than seeing you ex thriving with another person on their arm.” 

“Especially another person who looks like you.” 

She rolls her eyes. “You didn’t even notice me until I put on this dress.” 

“I noticed you the minute we bumped into each other. And I haven’t been able to see anything else since. Except for all the things I want to do to you.” 

She sucks in a breath. I turn to her with a neutral expression on my face. I don’t know why my lips are so loose with this woman. But I don’t regret saying it. 

Her eyes are wide—but not with repulsion or fear. 

I think…that’s excitement lighting them and turning her lips up at the corners. 

“Really?” Her surprise is charming.

“Why? Have you been thinking of ways to kill me?” 

“No. I’ve been thinking of ways to undress you. I’ve been thinking of ways to get you to let me.” She takes a step toward me after every sentence. 

“Keep giving the middle finger to assholes and being such a good girl for me, and I’m yours.” 

“A good girl?” She recoils and curls her lip. “Does that actually work for you?”

“Never fails.”

“I’ll be the first, then.” 

“Will you?” I lift my eyebrow and skim my bottom lip with my teeth as I take her in. 

“You’re not my type.” She tosses a braid over her shoulder. 

“Liar.”

“And I’m not yours either,” she says but she doesn’t move away when I close the space between us. 

“I’m a liar, too.”

“I don’t want to sleep with you,” she whispers. 

“Then tell me to stop.” 

Her back presses against the wall behind us and I put a hand on either side of her head. 

I look down into her dark amber eyes and she looks up into mine. 

Her breaths come hard and fast, and her chest rises and falls against mine. “This is crazy.” 

I lower my head and lick her full lower lip. “Yes, crazy. Just like you.” 

She sighs and her lashes flutter. “Just. Like. Me.”

God, she’s so fucking real. And I’m done talking. Our mouths meet and she opens for me like she’s been waiting. 

Our lips duel and dart. 

Like the kiss at the table, this one sparks so hot. But without the weight of the audience, we’re even more feral. 

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