The Savage Wild

Wilder Flint was the worst mistake of my life.I should have known better than to fall for his cruel charms and cut-glass eyes, but I was good at calculus and bad at understanding people.He shredded my heart to pieces. I spent ten years forgetting Wilder Flint, and it took every minute.Of course he shows up again. He’s got the same blue eyes, the same cocky grin, and a brand-new swagger that makes me weak in the knees.I’ve got a summer research project in the Arctic and three canceled flights. Wilder’s got a plane.But when we crash deep in the middle of nowhere, all we’ve got is each other.I hate Wilder. I hate him in the depths of my soul, with a fire and fury I’ve never felt about anything else.But that doesn’t mean I can resist him. After all, love and hate aren’t so different.