Published by Self Published on 2/18/19
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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From the internationally best-selling author of The Simple Wild comes the continuation of a woman’s journey to Alaska and a life she never imagined for herself.
Calla Fletcher returns to Toronto a different person, struggling to find direction and still very much in love with the rugged bush pilot she left behind. When Jonah arrives on her doorstep with a proposition she can’t dismiss, she takes the leap and rushes back to Alaska to begin their exciting future together.
But Calla soon learns that even the best intentions can lead to broken promises, and that compromise comes with a hefty price—a log cabin in interior rural Alaska that feels as isolating as the western tundra.
With Jonah gone more than he’s home, one neighbor who insists on transforming her into a true Alaskan, and another who seems more likely to shoot her than come to her aid, Calla grapples with forging her own path. In a world with roaming wildlife that has her constantly watching over her shoulder and harsh conditions that stretch far beyond the cold, dark, winter months, just stepping outside her front door can be daunting.
This is not the future Calla had in mind, leaving her to fear that perhaps she is doomed to follow in her mother’s fleeing footsteps after all.
I loved every single thing on every single page of this book. The timing and pacing of this story, the dialogue and the sexy banter, the insecurities and the sheer romance set against such a wildly unforgiving backdrop. All of it was SUPERB. The Simple Wild was too good to be followed up by anything less that PERFECTION and KA Tucker KILLED it with Wild at Heart. If I read nothing else this year, I’ll feel content because I had THIS story, I experienced THIS adventure. Wild at Heart is breathtakingly remarkable and I will never, ever get over it.
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In July of 2018, I read a book about a twenty-something risk analyst from Canada who picked up and went to Alaska to mend fences with her estranged father. There she met a wildly attractive bush pilot who turned out to be the biggest risk of her life. That book, The Simple Wild, immediately became my TOP FAVORITE READ of the year and one of my all-time favorite novels ever. It ended perfectly and beautifully but with so much possibility for where Jonah and Calla’s story could go. I didn’t know it then that KA Tucker would return to Alaska to bring us more of their love story, bring us on a new adventure with this couple and all the risks they’d yet to gamble on together. I didn’t know it then but their story was far from over and this follow-up, Wild at Heart, would immediately become my new favorite of 2020 and another top favorite read EVER.
I haven’t read a book that gave me such wanderlust in quite some time. I haven’t read a book in ages that had me setting it down just so I could talk about it with anyone who’d listen. I’m an indoor girl with a major aversion to winter and nature and I admittedly have zero survival skills. (Camping gives me hives.) But this story, Calla’s story, made me want to be brave and wild and fearless and I completely immersed myself in every bit of this adventurous risk right along with her. Her fears, her reluctance, her jealousy, her devotion, her loyalty, her kindness, her perseverance, her determination, her friendships, her romance, her longing… I WAS HERE FOR ALL OF IT. I felt every bit of this journey right along with her, all the uncertainty and the solitude and the insecurity and the strength of will she exhibited, I felt it all and it made for the most PHENOMENAL reading experience.
The chemistry and raw devotion between Calla and Jonah is next level. To this day I tell everyone I know that The Simple Wild is one of the best books I’ve ever read. But still, I somehow forgot just how much these characters had woven themselves under my skin. As soon as I opened the first page, I was reminded of precisely why I was so desperate for more of their story and if I thought I loved them then, my love for them NOW is exponentially more profound. Their journey in this book is PERFECTION. I couldn’t have dreamed up a better sequel, I couldn’t have envisioned a more exciting, riveting, emotional romance than what KA Tucker delivers in Wild at Heart.
This story is beyond anything I can even say about it. There just aren’t words. I loved every character, every bit of dialogue, every ounce of tension and strife and unspoken word. I loved getting lost in the Alaskan wild, in a cabin in the forest with a curmudgeon of a neighbor and a pushy, bullheaded local woman making demands. I loved the heartwrenching memories of another time, in another house that came full circle in this story. I loved the perfect amount of steam and the perfectly potent amount of angst that Tucker wove through such a blissfully romantic happily ever after. I loved the danger of Alaska and the danger of the skies and the palpable fear that gnawed at my insides through all of it. I loved the strangers who became friends and the friends who became family and the goat. I loved the goat. I loved every single thing on every single page of this book. The timing and pacing of this story, the dialogue and the sexy banter, the insecurities and the sheer romance set against such a wildly unforgiving backdrop. All of it was SUPERB. The Simple Wild was too good to be followed up by anything less that PERFECTION and KA Tucker KILLED it with Wild at Heart. If I read nothing else this year, I’ll feel content because I had THIS story, I experienced THIS adventure. Wild at Heart is breathtakingly remarkable and I will never, ever get over it.
“So … I guess I’ll see you when I see you.”
I can’t manage words around the flaring lump in my throat, and so I simply nod. The past four days with Jonah in Toronto have been a blur. A bliss-filled blur that I’m not ready to let go of yet. The Uber driver shuttling me home after this parting will have the privilege of a sobbing mess in their backseat.
An unreadable look flashes across Jonah’s icy blue eyes. I still haven’t grown accustomed to seeing him without a beard, though I’ll admit I’ve enjoyed admiring that chiseled jawline and those dimples. He takes a deep breath and turns away, his carry-on slung over one broad shoulder, his boarding pass and passport dangling from between two pinched fingers.
I watch him hand his documents to the agent at the US-bound entry gate, who spends all of one second reviewing them before waving him toward the glass security doors. On the other side is his fourteen-hour flight home. In seconds, Jonah is going to be out of sight, gone.
Who knows when I’ll see him again? He flew here to tell me in person that he’s been miserable these past two months since I left Alaska, that he doesn’t want to be a carbon copy of my father—spending his life pining over my mother—that he wants to find an “us” that will work. That he wants me beside him.
I haven’t given him an answer yet, too afraid to leap.
I feel the word rising inside me—an emotion about to erupt. “Yes!” My pulse pounds in my ears.
Jonah turns to regard me with a raised eyebrow.
Am I crazy? Maybe.
But I’m fully committing to it.
I take a step forward and swallow my nerves. “I’ll come back to Alaska.” Because being with Jonah again—laughing and reminiscing, having him in my space, waking in his arms—has only confirmed what I’ve suspected for months: I’m deeply in love with him, and living in Toronto when he’s not here doesn’t make sense to me anymore.
I’m done saying goodbye to this man.
Jonah leaves the line and retraces his steps to close the distance, dropping his bag by his feet. It’s five a.m. and we’re creating an obstacle, forcing travelers to weave around us on either side to get to their flights. Their grumbles touch my ears, but in this moment, I don’t care.
The severe frown cutting across Jonah’s handsome forehead as he stares down at me says he doesn’t, either. “Are you serious?”
I nod. “Yeah. I mean, if you’re serious about moving to Anchorage—”
“When?” he demands to know, his voice suddenly gruff.
“I don’t know. As soon as I can?” How long does it take to pack up your life and move to a different country? Granted, a country I was born in and still have citizenship with but haven’t lived in for more than two decades.
His eyes spark with determination. “Come for Christmas.”
I laugh. “That’s like a month away!”
“So? What else you got goin’ on?” It’s a challenge, delivered in Jonah’s typical blunt style. “I’m not going to see my mom in Oslo anymore. And Aggie and Mabel would love having you there. Especially since it’s the first one without Wren. You should come.” His Adam’s apple bobs with his hard swallow. “Come.”
Somewhere in between his words and his tone and the way he’s looking at me, I hear the silent plea. In truth, the idea of being near the people closest to my late father for the holidays sounds more appealing—and more feasible—by the second.
“Okay?” I say on an exhale, my voice shaky.
About the Author
K.A. Tucker writes captivating stories with an edge.
She is the USA Today bestselling author of 17 books, including the Causal Enchantment, Ten Tiny Breaths and Burying Water series, He Will Be My Ruin, Until It Fades, Keep Her Safe, and The Simple Wild. Her books have been featured in national publications including USA Today, Globe & Mail, Suspense Magazine, First for Women, and Publisher’s Weekly. She has been nominated for the Goodreads Choice Award for Best Romance 2013 for TEN TINY BREATHS and Best Romance 2018 for THE SIMPLE WILD. Her novels have been translated into 16 languages.
K.A. Tucker currently resides in a quaint town outside of Toronto with her family.