Title: Enchanting
Wilder
Series: The Wild
Series #1
Author: Cassie Graham
Release Date: July
28, 2016
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Synopsis:
Declan Wilder has never met a witch he didn’t hate. He is in
the business of protecting the world from all things paranormal, after all. But
what happens when one glimpse at an enchanting McKenna Sawyer sends him
spinning? Suddenly, Declan can’t help but question everything he thought he
knew about the world he’s been sworn to protect for so long.
Plagued by her parents’ death, McKenna Sawyer has no interest in anything
outside of her family’s business and her sister’s happiness. So when she’s
assigned to warn a Pursuer about his impending death, she’s less than prepared
for the way he shifts her world on its axis. And when more time spent with him
leads to more secrets about their world revealed, they must decide how their
universes fit together — if at all.
The paranormal world is gearing up for a fight, and both Declan and McKenna
have been called to battle. But the question remains — will they be fighting
for or against each other?
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Excerpt:
“Why aren’t you out there?” I point to the pit where
everyone else is on the dance floor.
She shrugs a shoulder. “I don’t know.”
“Not crazy enough for you?”
She laughs. “No. Too crazy. That’s probably why I’m sitting
here.”
“Are you not spontaneous, McKenna?”
“Hardly.”
“That’s a shame.” I adjust in my seat, setting my bottle of
beer down. “There’s a lot of life in spontaneity.”
She looks down, seeming embarrassed.
I tilt my head. “You can’t do crazy, can you?” I challenge
her.
She sits up straight. “I can. I just don’t.”
“Why?”
Her eyes narrow. “Because.”
“God, you’re just full of surprises.”
“What?”
“McKenna, you have an entire world in front of you.” I lower
my voice. “You’re an all-knowing badass witch. Embrace that shit. Live a
little.”
“Well…” is all she says. She looks to the side and crosses
her arms.
I chuckle. “You’re stuck.”
“I’m not stuck.” She says the word like it’s dirty. “I’m
content.”
Another song starts, this one louder than the others. The
tempo is fast enough to dance to but slow enough that, if I want to, I can pull
her to me. I move myself from behind my side of the table and stand. Offering
her my hand, I say, “Come dance with me.”
She stares at my hand with apprehension, her jaw set. She
thinks for a couple of seconds and sets her hand in mine.
Pulling her close to my body, I lock my hands behind her
back, sure to keep her close. I silently groan and chew on the inside of
my cheek, the close proximity to her already overwhelming all of my
senses.
I wasn’t supposed to talk to her, let alone bring her out on
the dance floor. I’m setting us both up for disappointment, yet I can’t stop
myself.
She sighs contently and clasps her hands loosely around
my neck, laying her head just below my shoulder. Her body shudders under mine,
and I can feel her erratic heartbeat thumping against my chest.
“You’ve never done anything like this,” I whisper loud
enough for her to hear and she shakes her head, agreeing with me. “You’ve never
danced with someone you’ve just met. It makes you nervous and you’re wondering
if you’re going to get caught up in it—in me.” I’m tilling the line now. I know
we don’t have a future—hell, or even a tomorrow. The moment I’m done with
this case, Wood and I are out of here and it’s not likely for us to come back.
But I want to show her what it’s like to let go, even for a night.
“I want to let go,” she utters and I wonder if she intended
for me to hear it.
I keep silent as we dance and move to the song, the melodic
melody lulling us farther into each other. Her scent engulfs me, her presence
surrounds me, and her being holds mine. I’ve never felt such a thing. We cling
to one another. Stuck—the good kind of stuck. The kind of stuck I never want to
leave.
When the song ends and the band exits the stage, the crowd
disperses. But instead of going back to our booth, McKenna and I stay in
our spot, listening to the music on the jukebox that now fills the air. I
fight the urge to let her go. I should. I should tell her goodnight and go back
to the hotel. But instead, I do something stupid. “We should do something.”
She lifts her head, looking into my eyes with a glint of
mischievous. “Do what?”
I grip my hands harder around her and shrug both of my
shoulders. “Something fun—something crazy.”
She groans. “You’re using that word again—crazy. We’re in
Summerson, Declan. This is the craziest it gets around here.” She pulls back to
look at me.
“Well, then let’s go somewhere else.”
“It’s almost four in the morning. Where are we going to
go?”
I unlatch myself from her and pull out my phone, Googling a
map of the world.
“Close your eyes and point.”
Author Info:
Cassie Graham is a native of Arizona and hates the heat. Go
figure. She went to school to be a teacher but shelved that when she decided to
become a mom and a wife. She had no idea at the time, but deciding to not work
opened up amazing doors to become the writer she always wanted to be.
She has a daughter and a badass husband who she loves more
than life. She’s a sassy, hardass redhead who’s loud and loves to hug.
Seriously, ask her for a hug. She’ll cuddle the shit out of you.
While she grew up loving all things related to fairy tales,
she knew life usually hit when you least expected it. That’s why she writes
stories that inspire you to believe in magic.
A lover of country music, Justin Timberlake and amazing
melodies, she is a choir girl through and through.
If she isn’t sitting behind her laptop writing crazy love
stories, you’ll probably find her in the kitchen singing songs at the top of
her lungs, baking, and cooking food for her family.
If she had to choose her favorite place in the world, it would
be on the big couch in her living room with her husband on one side and
daughter in the other. Nothing seems complete without them.
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