{"id":261858,"date":"2026-07-13T18:38:51","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T15:38:51","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/hammered-jasinda-wilder\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T18:38:51","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T15:38:51","slug":"hammered-jasinda-wilder","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/hammered-jasinda-wilder\/","title":{"rendered":"Hammered – Jasinda Wilder"},"content":{"rendered":"
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And then several days go by, and I don\u2019t hear from him. OceanofPDF.com I REFUSE to call him or text him first, just to retain at least a sliver of my dignity. Then I start my new job\u2014and I love every second of it. It\u2019s amazing. Challenging and intense and difficult and rewarding, and it pays really well, considering what I\u2019m used to. I\u2019m so busy that first week that I barely have time to turn around. After my shift that first Friday, I go out with Audra.<\/p>\n

She immediately notices that I\u2019m off, somehow, and demands an explanation, but I adamantly refuse to admit there\u2019s anything weird going on with me. Audra being Audra\u2014meaning a bloodhound for gossip\u2014doesn\u2019t believe a word of it. Audra Donovan has been my best friend for twenty-five years. We met in a YMCA pool the summer we both turned fifteen, and have been inseparable since. We have a weird relationship, though\u2014we don\u2019t see each other every day, and we don\u2019t even talk or text every day.<\/p>\n

We get together a few times a month, and get tipsy together, and catch up on what\u2019s happened since we last saw one another. We\u2019re both super busy, and Audra has a crazy social life on top of a demanding job, and it\u2019s just the way we do things. She\u2019s five feet six (\u201cand a half,\u201d she insists on emphasizing, to this day), keeps her naturally platinum blonde hair in a pixie cut, and has a body a twenty-five-year-old would be jealous of\u2014breasts most people wrongly assume are fake, an ass that doesn\u2019t quit, and taut, toned, firm everything.<\/p>\n

But then, she\u2019s a personal trainer at a national gym chain\u2014she\u2019s the top trainer for the region, so she travels from gym to gym, training clients and supervising the other trainers and working out like a fiend. It\u2019s kind of an addiction for her, I think. But it clearly works, on a physical level, because at forty, she\u2019s in better shape than most women\u2014and men\u2014half her age.<\/p>\n

We\u2019re at our usual place\u2014the Mexican restaurant I went to by myself the other day; we\u2019ve been coming here for burritos and margs for at least ten years, if not longer. We split a pitcher of margaritas and each of us orders the house special\u2014an enormous burrito stuffed with beef and rice and cheese, smothered in sauce and sour cream and drowning in a sea of refried beans. After we eat, we drink more margaritas, and finally, after two hours of wheedling, Audra manages to get me to admit that there just may be something going on.<\/p>\n

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Also by Jasinda Wilder OceanofPDF.com CHAPTER 1 \u201cDAMN YOU, NICHOLAS IRVING,\u201d I snarl, heaving at the stuck window. \u201cYou lazy, good for nothing, cheating bastard.\u201d After one last futile heave, I let go of the window and climb down from the kitchen counter where I\u2019d been perched in my effort to get better leverage. The window over my sink was stuck, and I wanted the damn thing open. It\u2019s ninety-five degrees outside, with almost a hundred percent humidity, and there\u2019s no central A\/C in the house.<\/p>\n

Not even a window unit. The summers are so hot here that I\u2019d wanted to at least get a window unit for our bedroom, but Nicholas had refused, insisting he\u2019d spring for central A\/C this summer. I\u2019d begged him all winter and spring, to no avail. Well\u2026 now it\u2019s August, one of the hottest summers on record, and there\u2019s no central A\/C, and no window unit, and the house is like a blast furnace.<\/p>\n

To top it off, having survived three brutal months of divorce proceedings, I\u2019m now the ex Mrs. Nicholas Irving. The divorce was finalized about a month ago. And the bastard\u2014the bastard\u2014had spent the six months preceding the divorce helping himself to the money in our joint savings account. Yeah, our joint account, the one I\u2019ve been dumping every penny of my salary into for years, to afford the remodel of this cheap-ass, broken-down, money pit of a fixer-upper he\u2019d wanted to buy. Now, the bank account is all but empty.<\/p>\n

Zero. He\u2019d spent it all. Our money. My money\u2014my forty to sixty hours a week at Dr. Bishara\u2019s practice, six to seven days a week, no vacations, not even a weekend into the city\u2014gone.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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