In case you couldn’t tell from the sunset-laden cover or suggestive title, Wild One is a wee bit trashy.
Allow me to paint you a picture.
She is an insanely attractive cool girl who has no idea how beautiful she is. He is a rich polo player with an Argentinian background and beautiful eyes. He is a bad boy womaniser. She tries to tame him.
It’s manufactured glamour to the nth degree, with just the right amount of character fault to make this story accessible.
Although it’s a little early in the year for a beach read, Wild One is ready when you are.
This article was originally published in Fashion Journal 161. You can read it here.