Instant Attraction (Wilder Series #1)

Instant Attraction (Wilder Series #1)

by Jill Shalvis


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The first in a sensational new series, Jill Shalvis introduces Cameron, Stone, and T.J. Wilder—three bad-boy heroes who effortlessly mix breathtaking adventure and scorching sex appeal. . .

Get Wild. . .And Then Get Wilder. . .

Accountant Katie Kramer is a quintessential good girl—working hard, recycling diligently, all the while trying to ignore the feeling that she doesn't fit in anywhere. That's all she wants. Well, that—and amazing sex, and the kind of daredevil escapade she can look back on when she's crunching numbers in a dusty cubicle. Which explains why she just took a job in Wishful, California, working for Wilder Adventures and Expeditions. Waking up to find a magnificently built stranger towering over her bed—that part defies explanation. . .

"Shalvis writes with humor, heart, and sizzling heat!" —Carly Phillips

"Jill Shalvis sweeps you away." —Cherry Adair

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781496720832
Publisher: Kensington
Publication date: 03/27/2018
Series: Jill Shalvis' Wilder Series , #1
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 320
Sales rank: 98,975
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.10(h) x 0.60(d)

About the Author

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Jill Shalvis lives in the Sierras, where she regularly attempts her own wild mountain escapades. Any resemblance to the quirky characters in her book is, um, mostly coincidence. Look for Jill's bestselling, award-winning novels wherever romances are sold, and check out her website at, and her humorous daily blog where she chronicles her crazy adventures.

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Instant Attraction



Copyright © 2009 Jill Shalvis
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-7582-7919-4


"Live life balls out," Katie Kramer told herself every night, and even though she didn't own a pair, she hoped the mantra would keep the nightmares away.

It didn't.

Death and destruction and horror still dogged her dreams. Until tonight, that is. Tonight she'd miraculously been nightmare free. So when she opened her eyes sometime just before one, she felt ... confused. She wasn't screaming about the bridge collapsing, about being trapped in her car, hanging upside down by her seatbelt fifty feet over the side of a cliff with flames licking at her....

Which meant something else had woken her. And whatever it was, she wanted to kill it for interrupting the first solid sleep she'd had in four months.

There was a fatal flaw with this logic, of course. Because most likely it hadn't been an it, but a someone.

She wasn't alone.

Not prone to hysterics or drama, she shook her head in the dark. She'd locked the cabin door. She was safe. Plus, she wasn't in Los Angeles anymore. After the accident, she'd gotten into her brand-new used car and left town to fulfill her "balls out" motto. She didn't know what adventures were ahead of her exactly, but the not knowing was part of the plan. She'd gone north because Highway 5 had been the only freeway moving faster than fifteen miles per hour and she'd needed to move fast, needed to get as far from her old, staid, boring, careful life as a tank of gas could get her.

Eight hours later, she'd found herself in the Sierras, where it was real winter. None of LA's lightweight weather where flip-flops were risky for a few weeks in January, but the real deal complete with snow piled high in berms on either side of the roads and frost on her windows.

When she stopped for dinner in a tiny old west town named Wishful, she'd nearly froze her fingers and toes right off. And yet, after all her nightmares of heat and flames, she loved it. Loved the huge wide-open sky, loved the way her breath crystallized in front of her face, loved the way the trees smelled like Christmas.

Then she'd seen the want ad.

Local outdoor adventure and expedition company seeking temporary office manager, adventurous spirit required. Call Wilder Adventures for more info.

That had been it for her; she was sold. She'd been working for Wilder Adventures for a week now, the best week in recent memory. Up until right this second when a shadowy outline of a man appeared in her room. Like the newly brave woman she was, she threw the covers over her head and hoped he hadn't seen her.

"Hey," he said, blowing that hope all to hell.

His voice was low and husky, sounding just as surprised as she. With a deep breath, she lurched upright to a seated position on the bed and reached out for her handy-dandy baseball bat before remembering she hadn't brought it with her. Instead, her hands connected with her glasses and they went flying.

Which might just have been a blessing in disguise, because now she wouldn't be able to witness her own death.

But then the tall shadow bent and scooped up her glasses and ...

Handed them to her.

A considerate bad guy?

She jammed the frames on her face and focused in the dim light coming from the living-room lamp. He stood at the foot of the bed frowning right back at her, hands on his hips.


He didn't look like an ax murderer, which was good, very good, but at over six feet of impressive, rangy, solid-looking muscle, he didn't exactly look like a harmless tooth fairy either.

"Why are you in my bed?" he asked warily, as if maybe he'd put her there but couldn't quite remember.

He had a black duffel bag slung over a shoulder. Light brown hair stuck out from the edges of his knit ski cap to curl around his neck. Sharp green eyes were leveled on hers, steady and calm but irritated as he opened his denim jacket.

If he was an ax murderer, he was quite possibly the most attractive one she'd ever seen, which didn't do a thing for her frustration level. She'd been finally sleeping.


He could have no idea what a welcome miracle that had been, dammit.

"Earth to Goldilocks." He waved a gloved hand until she dragged her gaze back up to his face. "Yeah, hi. My bed. Want to tell me why you're in it?"

"I've been sleeping here for a week." Granted, she'd had a hard time of it lately, but she definitely would have noticed him in bed with her.

"Who told you to sleep here?"

"My boss, Stone Wilder. Well, technically, Annie the chef, but —" She broke off when he reached toward her, clutching the comforter to her chin as if the down feathers could protect her, really wishing for that handy-dandy bat.

But instead of killing her, he hit the switch to the lamp on the nightstand and more fully illuminated the room as he dropped his duffel bag.

While Katie tried to slow her heart rate, he pulled off his jacket and gloves, and tossed them territorially to the chest at the foot of the bed.

His clothes seemed normal enough. Beneath the jacket he wore a fleece-lined sweatshirt opened over a long-sleeved brown Henley, half untucked over faded Levi's. The jeans were loose and low on his hips, baggy over unlaced Sorels, the entire ensemble revealing that he was in prime condition.

"My name is Katie Kramer," she told him, hoping he'd return the favor. "Wilder Adventures's new office temp." She paused, but he didn't even attempt to fill the awkward silence. "So that leaves you ..."

"What happened to Riley?"


"The current office manager."

"I think she's on maternity leave."

"That must be news to his wife."

She met his cool gaze. "Okay, obviously I'm new. I don't know all the details since I've only been here a week."

"Here, being my cabin, of course."

"Stone told me that the person who used to live here had left."

"Ah." His eyes were the deepest, most solid green she'd ever seen as they regarded her. "I did leave. I also just came back."

She winced, clutching the covers a little tighter to her chest. "So this cabin ... Does it belong to an ax murderer?"

That tugged a rusty-sounding laugh from him. "Haven't sunk that low. Yet." Pulling off his cap, he shoved his fingers through his hair. With those sleepy-lidded eyes, disheveled hair, and at least two days' growth on his jaw, he looked big and bad and edgy — and quite disturbingly sexy with it. "I need sleep." He dropped his long, tough self to the chair by the bed, as if so weary he could no longer stand. He set first one and then the other booted foot on the mattress, grimacing as if he were hurting, though she didn't see any reason for that on his body as he settled back, lightly linking his hands together low on his flat abs. Then he let out a long, shuddering sigh.

She stared at more than six feet of raw power and testosterone in disbelief. "You still haven't said who you are."

"Too Exhausted To Go Away."

She did some more staring at him, but he didn't appear to care. "Hello?" she said after a full moment of stunned silence. "You can't just —"

"Can. And am." And with that, he closed his eyes. "Night, Goldilocks."

Cameron Wilder tried to go to sleep, but his knee was killing him, and his bed buddy was sputtering, working her way up to a conversation he didn't want to have.

"You can't just ... I mean, surely you don't mean to ..."

With a deep breath, he opened his eyes and took in the woman sitting on his bed. She wasn't a hardship to look at, even though he'd much rather be alone. She had light brown hair, which was currently in bed-head mode, flying in crazy waves around her jaw and shoulders. Her creamy skin was pale, with twin spots of color high on each cheek signifying either arousal or distress, of which he'd bet on the latter since he hadn't exactly been Prince Charming.

And then there were those slay-me eyes, magnified behind her glasses. They were the color of her hair, and also the exact color of the whiskey he wished he had straight up right now.

Clearly, she needed him to reassure her, but he didn't have any reassurance in him. She'd asked who he was, and the fact remained — he had no fucking clue anymore. None. He'd spent some time trying to figure it out, in Europe, South America, Africa ... but there were no answers to be found. He hadn't felt anything in months, and yet there she sat staring at him, wanting, needing him to feel something.

They were both shit out of luck.

"I can't stay in the same cabin with someone who ..." She waved a hand at him, at a loss for words.

He had the feeling that didn't happen to her very often. "Could be an ax murderer?" he offered helpfully.


"I told you I wasn't."

"But you didn't tell me who you are. Whoever that turns out to be, you should know, I'm a black belt in karate. I can kung fu your ass."

Uh-huh. And if that were true, then he really was an ax murderer. He didn't challenge her, though. He couldn't summon the energy, not for a fight. Which was a sad commentary on his life all in itself. Not that he started fights as a rule, but he'd sure as hell never walked away from one.

She pushed up her glasses and stared at him with cautious curiosity. And he couldn't help but wonder if she liked her sex cautious too. He liked his — when he could get it — a little hot and sweaty, and a lot shameless. And definitely, decidedly, not cautious. "You can relax. I'm a Wilder. Cameron Wilder."

She said nothing, his favorite thing ever, so he leaned back and closed his eyes again, so damn exhausted he could sleep for a week.

And then, finally, the reaction. "Cameron Wilder?"

Yeah, there it was. Once upon a time, at the height of his career, he'd been a fairly common household name. He'd made a lot of people excited. Mostly women. They'd gotten excited and wanted an autograph, a picture, even just to look at him, anything. Any piece of him that they could get.

But those days were long gone. He was damaged goods. Now, apparently, he was reduced to scaring the hell out of women instead of turning them on, and if he hadn't been so tired, he might have laughed at the irony.

"You're related to Stone."

It was a sad day in hell when his brother was better known than he, but he should be used to the bitter taste of humble pie by now. "I'm his brother."

"And you ... you live here? In this cabin?"

"Used to anyway."

"So you're the boss as well."

He hated the idea of being in charge of someone else, had always hated it. Hell, he could hardly be in charge of himself. But fact was fact. At the moment, he was nothing more than part owner of Wilder Adventures. A regular Joe Blow. "For better or worse, I suppose."

"I threatened to kung fu you. Oh my God."

"Don't worry. I didn't believe you."

"And I'm still in your bed! Crap." This was accompanied by a flurry of movement. "Maybe we can just forget about all this and start over."

He'd have said he was too tired to care what the hell she was doing, but curiosity got the better of him and he cracked open an eye.

She was hopping out of his bed, small but curvy in a pair of plaid boxers and a dark blue tank top — no bra, which he noticed because one, hello, he was male, and two, he'd gone one full year without sex.

"So can we?"

He blinked and brought his bleary vision back up to her face, which was fixed in an expression that clearly said they were going to be talking for quite a while. Oh, yay. "Can we what?"

"Forget about the kung-fu thing? And the bed thing?"

"Absolutely, if we can also stop talking." Leaning back again, he snuggled into the chair, enjoying the blissful silence — until she cleared her throat politely.

He ignored her.

"Excuse me. Mr. Wilder?"

Jesus. Mr. Wilder? That had been his father. Not him. Never him. He didn't need to throw his weight and authority around, demanding respect but getting none. "Look, Goldilocks —"


"Fine. Katie. You should know that I don't care if you're an ax murderer. I need sleep. Kill me while I'm at it if you must, but do it quietly."

"So you're just going to sleep right there? Really?"

"Yeah. And I'll give you a raise to be quiet, very, very quiet."

"You don't even know what your brother is paying me."

No, he didn't. He didn't because he hadn't talked to his brother. "I'll double whatever it is."

"Well, that's just crazy. It's only a temporary position, a month, until your regular office manager comes back, and —"

"I'll triple it," he vowed rashly. "Just please, please stop talking."

She fell into what he hoped was a lasting silence, and he let out a sigh.

"You're too big to sleep in that chair," she murmured.

"Are you offering to share my bed?"


Yeah, he didn't think so. "Hence the chair."

"I'm sorry, but you really need to leave now."

"Or you'll what, kung fu me?"

"You said we could forget that," she said with disappointed censure.

Wow, that was new, disappointing someone. "If you stopped talking. Which you didn't."

Indignant was a good look on her. Her eyes were flashing, arms all akimbo. And he was really enjoying that tank top, especially since she'd gotten a bit chilly in the past few minutes.

"I can't sleep in your bed while you're right there staring at me."

Yeah, pissy too, and actually sort of hot with it.

"I'm sorry about the mix-up," she said stiffly. "But —"

"You. You're the mix-up. You're in my cabin."

"Fine. I'll just go to another cabin."

"Perfect." He stayed where he was, happy to have her do just that and leave him alone with his own misery. Oh, he'd accepted his new limitations ... well, almost. But the not knowing what to do with himself, that got to him.

Move on.

If he had a penny for every time some well-meaning asshole had told him that, he'd buy each and every one of them a fucking clue. He wanted what he'd lost, and short of that, he planned to continue to wallow in peace.

But she didn't leave. He knew this because he could feel her whiskey eyes boring holes in his face. "What now, Goldilocks?"

"It's dark out there." She was peering out the window into the admittedly dark, cold night. The sharp wind whistled through the trees and rattled the glass. "It's so secluded." She turned to him. "A gentleman would offer to walk me."

He didn't know how to break it to her, but he was no gentleman.


"Shh, he's sleeping."

She let out a sound that defined annoyance. "You are the singularly most unhelpful man I've ever met."

Yeah, He already knew that.

She was shifting around again and bumped into his legs. "Please move so I can get by."

He didn't. Interesting that he usually shied away from touch — with the exception of sex, that is — and yet he remained utterly still now, absorbing the fact that her legs were knocking into his.

The sensation was shockingly pleasant.

Unlike her talking. That was distinctly not pleasant. He wanted silence. Needed silence. Needed that more than his next breath.

"Excuse me."

Without opening his eyes, he dropped his legs down so she could pass him, then settled in again, his hands linked low on his belly, head back, eyes still closed.

The front door opened, then shut.

Ah, yeah. Perfect. Finally alone, where he could contemplate how he'd tell his brothers and Annie that he was back —


He shook his head and opened his eyes. Yep, there she was, still with him, leaning against the door, chewing on a thumbnail, her hair wild around her face, her eyes filled with misgivings, her body —

Well, wasn't that a shame. She'd dressed.

She'd put on white jeans and a pink soft fuzzy sweater that zipped from chin to waist, with two tassels hanging down stopping just short of her breasts, pointing to them as if in emphasis of how long it'd been since he'd last seen a woman's breasts.

"It's really dark out there."

"Yes," he agreed, looking to where the stars littered the black velvet sky like a sea of diamonds. There was no sky on earth like a Sierra night sky. He waited to be moved by it, as a sort of test, a gauge of his emotional depth. He waited for the mystic wonder to hit him like it used to.


And waited ...

Nothing. Not even a twinge. "Which means it's also too dark for any ax murderers to find you," he pointed out.

"That may be, but there's something else out there, something that always lurks in the bushes and makes this sort of rustling noise. It's done it all week."


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Instant Attraction 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 215 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Why does this have a publish date of Oct. 2, 2012?! I have this is NOT a new series! BOOOO TO YOU B&N for saying its new...I stupidly bought it twice!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is not a new book!!!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
NOW I CAN SAVE SOME MONEY NOT BUYING THESE BOOKS TWICE. Yes you say shame on barnes and noble. WHen a book is published for the first time in hardbook when it had already been published in paperback it would be a new publish as a new release so you have wasted your money. I have done the same. Not right.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I also bought this twice and felt very deceived. It should show up in my library as already purchased. Bad form Barnes and Noble.
Ozzy12 More than 1 year ago
Perfect romance book. I couldn't put it down.
RobynC More than 1 year ago
Nice love story with awesome setting images.  Make you want to live in the mountains.  Read first two in the series quickly ready to start on book three.  Like the original covers better than the new additions.  
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Cant wait for the next in the series! :)
Sailor_reader More than 1 year ago
I love all of Jill ' s book. Lucky harbor and wilders series are my favorite . Thank you Jill
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Jill Shalvis is a very witty conversation writer. I really enjoy reading her books because of the way she writes the dialogue, very realistic.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Jill Shalvis never disappoints! I fell in love with Cam and Katie. They were a great couple! I love how they were able to help each other. This is a definite re-read for me.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Jill Shalvis comes through again with her wittey humor and love for romance! I am disappointed that there is no 4th book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great book, but i bought it twice too!!!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Cute story. It is republished... b & n should clarify that.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Not my favorite from her books... The female character was cute and easy to relate to but the others not so much.
RtBBlog More than 1 year ago
Review by C.K. Laurence: The story follows Cam and Katie's battle against the growing attraction between them. The two face obstacles from every direction as they fight to take back their lives and find passion and love along the way. Of course there is the formula ex-girlfriend to complicate matters and one family crisis after another to keep the plot moving. Did I mention that there is lots of hot sex between the couple? Instant Attraction had me turning the pages to see if and how the couple would succeed, and I must admit I could not put it down. The only thing that niggled at total enjoyment was Shavis' obsession with green eyes and Cam's amazing body. I found myself wanting to say "Okay, I get it. I get it!" It wasn't so bad that it stopped me from plowing through the novel in only two days, though. For anyone looking for a romantic read with plenty of action, warmth and some big smiles, I can tell you this-Shavis next novel is a sequel involving Cam's brother Stone, and I have every intention of reading it.
Momof3boysKA More than 1 year ago
Don't pass up this book, I recently discovered Jill Shalvis (Geez where have I been) This is the 4th book of her's I've read and I've not been disapointed. As long as Ms. Shalvis keeps writing books like this I'll keep buying them
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jjmachshev on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Need a break from historical or paranormal romance? Like brooding, sexy heroes, humor, and spicy sex? Try "Instant Attraction" by Jill Shalvis.Katie is the sole survivor of a horrible bridge collapse. Thirty people died, she alone survived. After her recovery, she's determined to live life 'full out'. So she gassed up her car and drove north. Now she's taken a temporary job at Wilder Adventures and Expeditions; and it comes with housing. The mountains are very different from LA and oh so beautiful and the nightmares are slowing down too! But being awakened in the middle of the night by a gorgeous stranger may just be a bit too dangerous for her...of course, he is really hot!Cameron was a world-famous extreme snow-boarder...until the accident that nearly took his life. After a year of trying to find something, anything to 'feel' for, he returns home to find a sexy woman sleeping in his bed! Suddenly Cameron is feeling lots of things...none of them comfortable and most assuredly dangerous to his state of mind.Hot, humorous, and just flat-out fun to read. When Jill Shalvis' 'hits' with me, it's a homerun and this one is definitely a hit for me. Of course, now I'll have to buy the upcoming stories about the other two Wilder brothers, the first of which is scheduled to release in June 2009.
ZosiaCanberra on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This is the brilliant first book in the Wilder trilogy, and boy does it ever get the series off to a great start! Cam and Katie are a fantastic couple, both struggling to come to terms with traumas in their lives, in different ways. Jill Shalvis does an excellent job of portraying how difficult it is for an elite athlete to come to terms with losing the only thing that defines their life. It is not the same as simply losing a job - it¿s losing everything you are and ever wanted to be - and I¿m glad she made his struggle so realistic. Wow! As it always is in a Jill Shalvis book, the humour is great, the dialogue witty, the love scenes steamy, and the characters so much fun. The part where Katie got drunk had me laughing out loud! I just loved Katie in general - her determination to try everything, not be afraid of things. And Cam was such a great guy, especially considering the life he¿s lead up until he meets Katie. This was a brilliant, fun book, and well worth the time, as are the other two in the Wilder brothers series.
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robodogs More than 1 year ago
another winner by Jill Shalvis. This is just one of many extremely well written stories you should not miss.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved this book, it was Funny, romantic, sexy. Gloriously written and hard to put down. Can't wait to read more of her books
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mamalovestoread22 More than 1 year ago
This book was my introduction to author Jill Shalvis...and after reading it, I declared myself a lifelong fan! I read all three of the Wilder brother series books and I LOVED all three of them! What's not to love, three handsome, strong, brave, funny men living out their wildest dreams in the mountains! I highly recommend this will fall for the Wilder brothers...I guarantee it!