Dr. Elizabeth (Libby) Holden is brought to a private island somewhere near Australia to help study and validate an incredible find. Her benefactor, Edward Hunnicutt, believes he has within his possession the missing link. A lost child of the jungle who has grown into "Tarzan" who is now locked away in Hunnicutt's observation facilities. At first, Dr. Elizabeth is busy envisioning Nobel Prizes and other major scientific awards, but when she finally sees the mysterious Tarzan, she's suspicious, as well as smitten. When she finally gets through his drug filled stupor, his attempts at communication sounds suspiciously like, "help me." Convinced more than ever that this beautiful and wild man needs to run free, she tries to do just that, only to find herself kidnapped and on the run as well. It seems Tarzan has found himself a mate. He gets them away from the bad guys and plans their escape from the island. Libby thinks her wild man means to get them away by some manmade boat fashioned from banana leaves and sticks, but when she sees their mode of transportation, she knows she's been lied to from the very beginning and if Tarzan wants to keep his mate, he's got a lot of explaining to do.

This was definitely a different story. It was, ah, interesting. Credibility, believability and the voice of common sense are not your friends and are to be ignored when you read this book. Trust me. Or else you will be left trying to believe that someone was stupid enough to think that they could basically knock someone over the head and then drag that person before a carnival freak show and proclaim, "Behold! The missing link! See how it drools and looks confused!"

Just don't bother. Instead, enjoy the ride. :)

Poor John Bartholomew Hunter is just a simple, college professor who enjoys his peace and solitude when he isn't being imprisoned by a megalomaniac billionaire with illusions of grandeur and his nasty little minions. He thinks Elizabeth is another minion, but she rescued him and gave him back his freedom and so he figures he owes her when he drags her with him. For a man who enjoys his quiet, Libby is anything but quiet, for she assumes she can say anything to this wild manbeast who doesn't understand english, so she talks and talks and talks and talks. A very big portion of this book is Libby having one sided conversations where she basically unburdens her soul on John A.K.A Tarzan. Once she finds out she's been tricked, she descends into a world class hissy fit and now she's the uncommunicative one, leaving John trying to unburden his soul to her now stoney silence. It's a wonder how they fell in love with this type of miscommunication.

While I don't believe I would be as magnanimous to any other author if I had read this book, I nevertheless enjoyed this completely ridiculous story by Anne Stuart. Wild Thing misses out on some of Anne Stuart's delightful wit, because John and Libby rarely have full on conversations, but this was still a fun little romp. It was an enjoyable and adventurous trek through the jungle, and if the two main protagonists didn't do a whole lot of good old fashioned mouth to mouth communication, they still managed to get through to each other in other ways. Simple desire and hot sex. Which was just fine with me. Enjoy!