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$25 GIVEAWAY-Wild Reckless by Ginger Scott

$25 GIVEAWAY-Wild Reckless by Ginger Scott

Wild Reckless

Ginger Scott

Published on 3-15-2015

Genres: Romance
Kensington Worth had a vision for her senior year. It involved her best friends, her posh private school in downtown Chicago and time alone with her piano until her audition was perfected, a guaranteed ticket into the best music programs in the world.

Instead, a nightmare took over.

It didn’t happen all at once, but her life unraveled quickly—a tiny thread that evil somehow kept pulling until everything precious was taken from her. She was suddenly living miles away from her old life, trapped in an existence she didn’t choose—one determined to destroy her from the inside, leaving only hate and anger behind. It didn’t help that her neighbor, the one whose eyes held danger, was enjoying every second of her fall.

Owen Harper was trouble, his heart wild and his past the kind that’s spoken about in whispers. And somehow, his path was always intertwined with Kensington’s, every interaction crushing her, ruining her hope for any future better than her now. Sometimes, though, what everyone warns is trouble, is exactly what the heart needs. Owen Harper was consumed with darkness, and it held onto his soul for years. When Kensington looked at him, she saw a boy who’d gotten good at taking others down when they threatened his carefully balanced life. But the more she looked, the more she saw other things too—good things…things to admire.

Things…to love. Things that made her want to be reckless.

And those things…they were the scariest of all.

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EXCERPT ONE
“Locked and ready,” the carnie man yells, signaling something to the ride operator. With a jerk, we stream upward about twenty feet, halting fast and our gondola swinging back and forth while we wait for the bucket below us to load more riders.

Owen’s brow is already beading with sweat, and he pulls his hat from his head and runs his long sleeve over his face, his dark eyes blinking fast.
“We don’t have to do this,” I say, but he interrupts me.
“Yes. Yes, we do,” he says, and suddenly, his hand finds mine. His grip on my fingers is hard, but the way we lock together is almost familiar—right. Owen tugs on the fabric of his left sleeve with his teeth, chewing on the ribbed edge for a few seconds before grasping it with his thumb and holding it to his closed lips, his eyes darting from the safety latch to the pivot wheel to the line of people still waiting to load. With every new thing he notices, his grip on my hand gets tighter, and when we swing up even higher, his breath falters.

“I’m going to ask him to stop the ride. Owen, we’re getting off,” I say.
“No!” he says, closing his eyes and squeezing them, tucking his chin into his chest, then shaking his head no. “No,” he whispers. “Please, Kensi. Help me through this.”
Without pause, I pull Owen’s right hand into my lap, and I cover it even more with my other fingers. His leg starts to bounce, and the rhythm is making the cart swing a little too much, so I lift his hand again, this time bringing it to my chest so I can hold it to me closely.
“Close your eyes, and I’ll tell you when they’re done loading, when you can just look out at the city, okay?” I say.
“Okay,” he whispers, doing as I say.
“One more round, and that’s it…almost there…loading. Latching. Waving. Okay,” I say, still clutching his hand in mine, his fingers fretting and fighting to find more of my hand to grip any time I threaten to loosen my hold.


“Are we moving? Kensi, I can’t tell. Are we moving?” he asks, his voice soft and vulnerable.
“Not yet. Soon, Owen. We’ll be moving soon,” I say, locking my eyes on his closed lids, watching them twitch with panic.
His breathing starts to stutter even more, and I begin to open my lips to beg him to let me make them stop one more time—when his eyes open, his soul looking right into mine. Then the sky begins to move behind him. I keep his gaze, doing my best not to interrupt, to blink, and I let my mouth form a faint smile. “We’re moving,” I say, his hand still held to my chest, my heart no doubt pounding against our grasp on one another.

“Owen, you can look out now, look at the town and the stars,” I say, glancing over his shoulder as the lights from the festival fade and refocus with every pass we make. Owen keeps his eyes on me, never blinking. But I know he’s seeing something. I know he’s safe, that he doesn’t need to “tap out,” because he’s smiling, and his eyes are showing traces of something new, like the life of a child lost years ago.
It’s joy.

As the ride slows, we pause at the top, still frozen in our pose, our hands tethered to the point where I can no longer feel beyond my first knuckles. But Owen’s smile remains, and his breathing starts to even out, his chest rising and falling at a normal pace. I spare a look away as my friends exit below us, and I notice Willow point up to our cart as she reaches her arms around Jess and squeezes him.
“I think they’re proud of you,” I say, gesturing to the group waiting for us about thirty feet below. Owen doesn’t look, and he doesn’t break our trance. But he does finally speak.

“You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen,” he says, and all at once, I fall for Owen Harper.

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About Ginger Scott

Ginger Scott

Ginger Scott is an Amazon-bestselling author of nine young and new adult romances, including Waiting on the Sidelines, Going Long, Blindness, How We Deal With Gravity, This Is Falling, You and Everything After, The Girl I Was Before, Wild Reckless and Wicked Restless.

A sucker for a good romance, Ginger’s other passion is sports, and she often blends the two in her stories. (She’s also a sucker for a hot quarterback, catcher, pitcher, point guard…the list goes on.) Ginger has been writing and editing for newspapers, magazines and blogs for more than 15 years. She has told the stories of Olympians, politicians, actors, scientists, cowboys, criminals and towns.

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125 Responses to “$25 GIVEAWAY-Wild Reckless by Ginger Scott”

  2. Tara

    I tried to learn to play guitar but I sucked, surprisingly since my brother is a guitar tech for the last 25 years touring the worls

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  10. Tiffany Johnson

    I used to play the xylophone in middle school band, but I think I would need a huge refresher on reading music now 20+ years later!

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  14. Chiara

    I play the flute since I am ten (now I am 21). I always wanted to learn to play the piano and someday I will do it.

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  15. Rhonda Nash

    No, but I love watching someone play the drums. I did try piano once. Failed. LOL

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  20. Marcy Meyer

    I used to play the piano when I was growing up, then I played drums in school band.

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  23. Debbie Rice

    I took piano lessons when I was younger,but didn’t keep up now I wish I had love the piano

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  31. Lynn Latimer

    No, a friend tried to teach how to play a keyboard when I was younger but that is about as far as my musical talents are.

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  37. Kim Holliday

    I took piano lessons when I was a kid, but I couldn’t play now to save my life it’s been such a long time.

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  53. Stephanie

    No. But I wish I could. Have been thinking to trying to learn the piano on my own with a little keyboard.

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  55. Kara Guido

    I am a classically trained singer, but can’t play any instrument other than my voice.

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  56. Brandy Lucero

    No, I cannot play an instrument. I wish that I could though. AWESOME giveaway!!!! Thank you for the chance.

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  61. Sabrina Joy

    As of now, no; I cannot play an instrument. But I used to know how to play the piano a little several years back.

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  63. Sandy S

    *snort* not very well…when I was younger my mother tried to make me learn how to play the accordion..yep…the accordion……*sniff*

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  64. Deborah Favorito

    No I can’t. My three children used to. Two played the trumpet, the third one played the piccolo (yuck) and the flute. The three of them also played drums. They would practice at the same time, only they played different songs. It’s a wonder I can still hear.

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  83. Brenna

    I have always wished that I could pjs an instrument, but I can’t really. I do, however, sing! ?

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  88. Stephanie W

    I had 5 years of piano lessons as a child but I sadly couldn’t probably play a note now!

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  91. Monica Y.

    Unfortunately, I do not know how to play an instrument but I always wanted to learn how to play the piano.

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  96. Heather M

    I cannot. I regret never learning. All 3 of my kids have learned piano and my oldest plays multiple instruments. I’m so proud of them!

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  100. Deanna

    I took piano and clarinet lessons as a kid but it didn’t stick. I’ll listen to music instead.

    I hope I win! I love Ginger Scott’s books!

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  108. Jenn R

    Huh, I played the violin back in High School but it’s been forever since I picked it up. Not even sure I can still read music or play it anymore.

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  114. Heather Scully

    I have in the past played the piano, the clarinet (regular and alto), the sax (alto) and the flute. Oh and the recorder. All in school, mind you. My guy lets me wail on his drums occasionally, and I have gone with guys who let me try out their strings. Guitar strings, I meant. Lol ??❤???

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  116. Kimberly

    I played the clarinet all through middle school but I’m not sure I could play it now it’s been so long

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  120. Michelle Monroe

    Nope but 3 of my kids can. The 2 older ones were/are in Marching band and Honors band. My son just started band this year, 6th grade.

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