The Wild One — Brooke St. James

Eric Jones was from a small lakeside town my family frequently visited. He was a rebellious, bad boy type who rode skateboards and was the life of the party. He was the type of guy I should avoid at all costs, and I knew it.My mother had warned me about him, but it was too late. I had a crush on Eric since we were kids, and there was nothing she could say or do to make me think any less of him.We had chance encounters at my uncle's lake house over the years, but nothing ever came of that. I thought Eric was destined to be nothing more than a crush and we would never end up together.But one summer all that changed.