Instant Temptation (Wilder Series #3)

Instant Temptation (Wilder Series #3)

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To Harley, the landscape around Wishful, California, is exhilarating, untamed, and more than a little dangerous. The same could be said for T.J. Wilder, who's invited himself along on her trek to study a rare coyote. Harley's career is riding on this trip, and she doesn't need a stubborn, incredibly sexy distraction. But T.J. is a professional guide who knows when to stay back and when to provide invaluable expertise—just like he's done since they were in high school. And Harley, as usual, is torn between throttling him and giving in to the raw attraction that's been smoldering all these years.

T.J. knows how proud and capable Harley is, but he's damned sure not letting her put herself at risk when there are illegal hunters in the area. She needs him, with the same soul-stirring urgency that he's always craved her. And here, in this beautiful place days from civilization, he'll finally have a chance to prove it—over and over again....

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781491582442
Publisher: Brilliance Audio
Publication date: 12/02/2014
Series: Jill Shalvis' Wilder Series , #3
Edition description: Unabridged
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 6.50(h) x 0.30(d)

About the Author

USA Today Bestseller Jill Shalvis lives in the Sierras, where she regularly attempts her own wild mountain adventures. Any resemblance to the quirky characters in her book are, 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 own crazy adventures.

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Instant Temptation

By Jill Shalvis


Copyright © 2010 Jill Shalvis
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-7582-3127-7

Chapter One

Late the next afternoon, Harley sat at her kitchen table staring at her bank balance, but no matter how long she sat there or how much she squinted, the balance wasn't going to cover her rent.

That is what happened when one took two part-time jobs, only one of them paying, and not all that well.

She shut her laptop, then thunked her head down on the table a few times, enough to scatter some papers and make her Canon digital bounce, but that didn't help either. After six years of night school, she'd recently completed her degree in wildlife biology. Six long years of wrenching cars and trucks during the day and staying up all night studying, and she still couldn't make ends meet.

But there was a silver lining. Thanks to her brand-new shiny degree, she'd been granted a part-time internship as a research biologist for a federal conservation agency, and if she impressed them, she had a shot at the lone full-time research position in their Colorado branch in the spring.

Since that job-unlike her internship-came with an actual paycheck, impressing them had become Harley's biggest goal.

Her duties involved putting together data and analysis on a species indicator report, which was seeking to answer questions about western coyote populations. Itsounded a lot more impressive than it actually was. In truth, there was almost no funding for the project, and the staff consisted of two wildlife biologists located in Colorado, and a few lowly, unpaid interns like herself scattered throughout the states of California, Nevada, Idaho, and Wyoming.

But for Harley, it was a foot in the door, because she intended to get that job in Colorado.

When her belly rumbled, reminding her she'd skipped lunch, she got up to look in the refrigerator. Unfortunately, the food fairy hadn't paid her a visit, so her choices were questionable cottage cheese, an apple, or the last of her emergency stash of double fudge brownie ice cream. She'd been saving that for an extreme disaster, but the possibility of getting evicted for not paying her rent seemed pretty extreme.

She'd just stuffed a large bite into her mouth, and was moaning over the sweet chocolate melting on her tongue when her phone rang.

She looked at it with the same caution she'd give a piqued rattlesnake. It was probably her landlord. Or maybe it was her mom wanting to bring her some tofu concoction in thanks for helping her meet her mortgage this month. Or her father wanting to crash on her couch, since the fun-loving hippie had probably pissed off his latest lover and had nowhere else to go. It could be her sister Skye wanting to mooch food and/or cash, which-no surprise-was in shockingly low supply. Harley loved her family, she really did, but she couldn't seem to master their carefree, no-worries attitude.

Not when the worries kept piling up.

The phone stopped ringing before her machine picked up.

Blowing out a relieved sigh, shaking off her sense of impending doom, Harley looked down at her coveralls. It was a good day, relatively speaking, as she had only one grease stain streaked down a thigh and another on her bare arm. Not bad. She could probably get it off with fingernail polish remover. Lifting her spoon, she used it as a mirror. She wasn't vain. She knew she had an okay shape thanks to a decent metabolism, but seeing as she wasn't all that into makeup or fashion, she rarely did anything to accent her attributes. She took a quick inventory of her face and realized she'd spoken too soon about not being all that filthy, since she had another grease streak over her forehead.

Good thing she didn't have a date tonight.

Hey, look at that. Another silver lining to the crap that was her life.

The sorry truth was, she'd had only two dates in recent memory. Both with Nolan, her friend and boss. True, one of those dates had been more of an accident than anything else when she'd had to change out his alternator and drive him into South Shore for a meeting. But still, it was two dates more than she'd had in at least six months.

Tonight would have been their third night out, which would have been great because it was his turn to buy dinner, except he'd gotten stuck in Placerville and wouldn't be home until too late.

But if things were as really, really hot between them as she'd claimed to TJ, "too late" wouldn't have been a problem, a little voice inside her said.

There are so many sparks between me and Nolan, our clothes catch fire every time we're near each other.

God. She'd actually said those words out loud to TJ, who'd smiled that smile, the one that gave her goose bumps, as he'd whispered "liar."

Arrogant, cocky ass.

But he was one gorgeous arrogant, cocky ass.

She let out a shuddery sigh, the kind only good chocolate or a good-looking guy could cause and continued to eat her ice cream. When the knock came, she stared at her door, then slowly moved to look through the peephole.


It was the gorgeous ass in person, looking a little hot and tired, as if, like her, he'd just come in from a long day. She remained still in indecision, blowing out a sigh when he merely arched a brow at her.

She said nothing when she opened the door, which wasn't polite, but she wasn't feeling polite. She was feeling out of control, unnerved, and off balance-three things that TJ Wilder probably never felt.

Something else he apparently didn't feel-the need to fill a silence. Instead he stood there, well over six feet of hard muscle and testosterone, doing what he'd been doing all her life without even trying-affecting her brain cells, turning them to mush.

Yes, just looking at him turned her from an educated biologist into a drooling imbecile. It wasn't her fault he'd been blessed by the gene gods. He had a lot of sun-kissed brown hair, wavy and unruly, falling over his forehead, and deep-set, assessing, sharp green eyes that missed exactly nothing. He was tanned from long days in the high-altitude sun spent trekking and guiding across trails that would make a city guy's bowels go weak. And then there was his body, honed to solid, ungiving sinew wrapped in a healthy dose of male.

"Why are you here?" she asked. Not exactly as friendly a greeting as Nolan would have received, but her reasons for not being comfortable with TJ were as complicated as everything else in her life at the moment.

His eyes said he'd registered her tone and was thinking about smiling. "You going to invite me in?"

Ah, he speaks. But no. Hell, no. That would be like inviting in the big bad wolf. She shook her head and simultaneously swallowed another bite of ice cream, which naturally went down the wrong pipe, and as the cold ache exploded behind her eyeballs, she choked.

Stepping in close, way too close for comfort, TJ ran a hand up her back, patting her between the shoulder blades as she coughed and gasped.

"Brain freeze?" he murmured, his hands still on her, which was disconcerting enough, but added to that, he brushed against her with all those tough muscles, the ones that could make a nun ache to touch him, and in spite of her current and regrettable lack of a sexual life, she was certainly no nun. If she were, she'd be excommunicated for the thoughts she was having.

Yeah, she had brain freeze, and not just from the ice cream. "Back up," she wheezed. "Give me space."

He obligingly took a step clear of her, managing to get inside her apartment as he did, because after all, he was a slippery, wily-as-a-fox Wilder. Their ancestors had created the wild, wild west, emphasis on the wild, wild. In fact, it was rumored that the Wilders were responsible for the addition of the second "wild." That tendency had carried down through the generations, each subsequent Wilder doing his best to live up to the name, most ending up in jail or six feet under. Somehow though, the current generation had escaped the worst of the bad genes, or at least outgrown them.

For the most part.

Didn't mean he wasn't up for taking advantage of a situation. "I didn't invite you in, TJ."

He just smiled.

He was built as solid as the mountains that had shaped his life, and frankly had the attitude to go with them-the one that said he could take on whoever and whatever and you could kiss his perfect ass while he did so. She'd seen him do it, back in his hell-raising, misspent youth.

Not that she was going there, to the time when he could have given her a single look and she'd have melted into a puddle at his feet.

Had melted into a puddle at his feet. Not going there.

Unfortunately for her senses, he smelled like the wild Sierras; pine and fresh air, and something even better, something so innately male that her nose twitched for more, seeking out the heat and raw male energy that surrounded him. Since it made her want to lean into him, she shoved in another bite of ice cream instead.

"I saw on Oprah once that women use ice cream as a substitute for sex," he said.

She choked again, and he resumed gliding his big, warm hand up and down her back. "You watch Oprah?"

"No. Annie does, and once I overheard her yelling at the TV that women should have plenty of both sex and ice cream."

That sounded exactly like his Aunt Annie. "Well, I don't need the substitute."

"No?" he murmured, looking amused at her again.


He hadn't taken his hands off her. He still had one rubbing up and down her back, the other low on her belly, holding her upright, which was ridiculous, so she smacked it away. She did her best to ignore the fluttering he'd caused, and the odd need she had to grab him by the shirt, haul him close, and have her merry way with him.

That was what happened to a woman whose last orgasm had come from a battery-operated device instead of a man, a fact she'd admit, oh never. "I was expecting your brother."

"Stone's working on Emma's 'honey do' list at the new medical clinic, so he sent me instead. Said to give you these." He pulled some maps from his back pocket, maps she needed for a field expedition for her research. When she took them out of his hands, he hooked his thumbs in the front pockets of his Levi's. He wore a T-shirt layered with an opened button-down that said WILDER ADVENTURES on the pec. His jeans were faded nearly white in the stress spots, of which there were many, nicely encasing his long, powerful legs and lovingly cupping a rather impressive package that was emphasized by the way his fingers dangled on his thighs.

Not that she was looking.

Okay, she was looking, but she couldn't help it. The man oozed sexuality. Apparently some men were issued a handbook at birth on how to make a woman stupid with lust. And he'd had a lot of practice over the years.

She'd watched him do it.

Each of the three Wilder brothers had barely survived their youth, thanks in part to no mom and a mean, son-of-a-bitch father. But by some miracle, the three of them had come out of it alive, and now channeled their energy into Wilder Adventures, where they guided clients on just about any outdoor adventure that could be imagined; heli-skiing, extreme mountain biking, kayaking, climbing, anything.

Though TJ had matured and found success, he still gave off a don't-mess-with-me vibe. Even now, at four in the afternoon, he looked big and bad and tousled enough that he might have just gotten out of bed and wouldn't be averse to going back.

It irritated her. It confused her. And it turned her on, a fact that drove her bat-shit crazy because she was no longer interested in TJ Wilder.


It'd be suicide to still be interested. No one could sustain a crush for fifteen years.

No one.

Except, apparently, her. Because deep down, the unsettling truth was that if he so much as directed one of his sleepy, sexy looks her way, her clothes would fall right off.


Wasn't that just her problem. The fact that once upon a time, a very long time ago, at the tail end of TJ's out-of-control youth, the two of them had spent a single night together being just about as intimate as a man and a woman could get. Her first time, but definitely not his first. Neither of them had been exactly legal, and only she'd been sober.

Which meant only she remembered.

Not going there ... never going there again. "Thanks for the maps," she said in a clear invite to leave.

Instead he reached for her spoon and stole a bite of her ice cream.

Bastard. She'd bet her last buck-if she had one-that he wasn't orgasm deprived. Only the orgasm deprived got her ice cream!

"I wanted to talk to you." He licked the spoon with his tongue, flashing straight white teeth, and she remembered what else he liked to do with that mouth.

She dragged her eyes off it and up to his eyes. "About?" she asked suspiciously.

"Not here. I'll buy dinner."

"I don't go out to dinner with the big bad wolf."

He grinned. "Sometimes, Harley, you have to take a risk."

She wasn't real big on risk. Risk tended to end badly for her. Such as staring at her insufficient bank balance. Such as holding two jobs, neither of which was satisfying her. Such as waiting on Nolan to make his move sexually, when she was so overcharged she'd probably explode during her next shower.

Or the next time she leaned against the washer during the spin cycle.

Unable to explain any of that, she turned and started to walk into her kitchen. TJ hooked a finger into the back of her coveralls and halted her progress.

"Let go," she said.

"In a minute. You're off to Desolation Wilderness for a few days."

Her back was plastered to his chest, and it was a damn fine chest. Strong. Broad and warm. "I have to check on the tracking equipment. Several cameras aren't transmitting. Also I'm hoping to catch sight of any of the three core coyote groups that we're tracking. I've got a red, a blue, and a green group scattered through Desolation."

"Hope to catch sight of them?"

"Well, honestly, they're so slippery, even with the GPS system in place I'll settle for signs. DNA."

She heard his smile. "You mean you're going looking for coyote shit."

She sighed. "Why do guys think anything to do with bodily functions is amusing?"

"Because it is."

She rolled her eyes so hard they almost fell out of her head.

"Desolation, Harley? At this time of year?"

His mouth was disconcertingly close to her ear, and his voice, low and husky, had a terrible habit of bringing her deprived body to life. "I have to impress," she said. "I want that research job in Colorado. And besides, it's September. It's the best time of year to go. Only a very small chance of a snowstorm, and not quite hot enough to fry an egg on a rock."

He said nothing to that, and not being good at loaded silences, she squirmed free. "I don't know what the big deal is. You take treks like this all the time. You just got back from two months in Alaska."

"It's my job."

Right. She was just a mechanic and a part-time research biologist, used to being either under a car or behind a computer. She got that.

But she wanted a shot at being more. She wanted to say goodbye to coveralls forever, good-bye to needing a degreaser in the shower. She wanted to be excited about something, passionate. Dammit, she wanted to stop feeling like a hamster on the wheel and live.

Unfortunately, most of her internship consisted of staring at a computer screen. Hell, all of her internship consisted of staring at a computer screen. "All I have to do is fix two cameras," she said. The cameras were vital to the study. Luckily, coyotes were creatures of habit, and territorial for life. They made a den and tended to stay in a very careful ten-mile radius of that den, even taking the same path of travel along a fixed route on a daily basis. This allowed the remote cameras to give humans a slice of coyote life.

When the cameras were functioning, that is. Which meant field trip. She'd be hiking into the northwestern slope of Desolation, a hundred-square-mile federal wilderness area west of Lake Tahoe. True, it was some of the toughest, most rugged, isolated land in the country. Most of it was roadless, trail-less, and devoid of logging and grazing.

But she'd be getting out from behind her laptop.

"I get why you've been asked to do this," TJ said. "You're a cheap resource."


"You're also sharp, intuitive, and probably the best intern they've ever had."

While she processed that, both the compliments and the warm fuzzies it sent skittering through her, he went on. "The question is why do you want to do this? Why not just skip the internship and apply directly for the job you want?"


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LASR_Reviews More than 1 year ago
originally posted at: ***** Don't tell my husband, but I've fallen in love with another man. His name is T. J. Wilder, and he's the incredible hero in Instant Temptation. I've completely enjoyed all of the "Instant" books by Jill Shalvis, so I didn't expect this book to be any different. Thankfully, it met and actually surpassed all my expectations. I literally could not put this book down. I skipped work, I cooked dinner with the book in hand, I even stayed up well past my bedtime in an attempt to get to the end. And the ending was worth it all. It made me choke up and get weepy, it was that packed with emotion. This book was all about internal conflict. Both the heroine, Harley, and our yummy hero, TJ, have abandonment issues. Neither is willing to take that last step and open themselves up to being completely vulnerable to hurt again. They've known each other pretty much forever, and there's an underlying affection between them that we know will easily bloom into love, especially considering the sexual tension that's so hot it made the pages sizzle beneath my fingertips. The author throws in some external conflict, but it's nothing substantial - we know the fact that Harley is casually dating another man isn't going to truly figure into things, even when she makes a list of why he's so much better for her than TJ. It's obvious that TJ is the only man she wants. The only man she's ever really wanted. I think that's what made this story so amazing to me. The emotional angst of the two main characters is so honest and real, so completely believable and heart-wrenching. TJ is absolutely incredible. He's not perfect, by any means. He has a temper, he's arrogant, and has trouble staying in one place. But his heart is so huge, it all but bursts out of his chest. He cares, really cares about Harley - as a friend first, and as a woman, too. He doesn't want to hurt her, and he doesn't want to be hurt. They want their relationship to be all about sex, but it's clear to the reader (if not to them, at least not at the beginning) that it's about so much more. Don't get me wrong, the sex is hot, hot, hot but it's also incredibly tender. I can't express how much this book affected me. I own the other two, but haven't picked them back up to read again.... not yet, even though they're really quite good. This book? As soon as I finish writing this review, I'm giving it another spin. If you like your romance with an enormous amount of heart and plenty of heat, grab a copy of this book. In fact, do yourself a favor: read the entire series... and enjoy the fact that Ms. Shalvis saved the best for last.
harstan More than 1 year ago
In the Sierras, T.J. Wilder and his brothers Cam (see Instant Attraction) and Stone (see Instant Gratification) run Wilder Adventures, a wilderness outfitter firm. Having obtained a degree in wildlife biology Harley Stephens has returned home to Wishful, California hoping to land a research assignment in Colorado, but accepts any job for now that will lead to her achieving her goal. T.J. and Harley knew each other in high school before she left for college. They are attracted to one another, but neither wants to explore their feelings as both fears commitment. However, when they go into the wilderness to check on her failing cameras that are studying a rare coyote breed, they cannot resist any longer. The third Wilder wilderness romance is a fun tale of two people attracted to one another even in high school but denying their feelings. T.J. and Harley share personality traits that lead to the conclusion that unlike opposites who allegedly attract similar are parallel lines unless something forces them to converge. Although the clash between the lead couple feels minor, fans will enjoy love's rocky ride in the Sierra Nevada Mountains. Harriet Klausner
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ZosiaCanberra on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Fantastic Contemporary Romance Once you¿ve finished appreciating the gorgeous cover you can get around to appreciating the book! Jill Shlavis writes contemporary romance like nobody¿s business. So much humour, great love scenes, incredible dialogue, great characters. Whenever I pick up a Jill Shalvis book I know I¿m going to be thoroughly entertained. This is the third book in the Wilder Brothers trilogy, and it does not disappoint. The adventure of falling in love out in the wilderness, a group of entertaining characters populating the stories...this is everything that¿s great about this genre. TJ and Harley are such fun characters (TJ¿s way of `making up¿ for past mistakes in their love life is hilarious). Shalvis will have you laughing out loud. It¿s a good idea to read these books in order, because each story is as good as the next, and all three brothers and their women are worth getting to know. Very highly recommended.
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mamalovestoread22 More than 1 year ago
You will definitely fall for the Wilder brothers, each one comes equipped with their own tantilizing tale that will have you smiling like a fool! Highly recommend this series!
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This series is amazing! Funny, sexy & interesting. Jill Shalvis is my new favorite author & I am now on a mission to read all of her books! I highly recommend this entire series!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love these dang books!! This was my favorite book by far! TJ is smoking hot, laid-back, patient, funny, etc. and Harley is smart, stubborn, scared of rejection, strong, etc. They complimented each other very well. This book was a little longer than the the first two, funny, and hot with an epilogue that was much needed to end then series. I like reading series like these, because you get to read about each one of the siblings and learn their different personalities. Each each character in the three books all had different personalities and traits. I love Jill Shalvis' books! She is an amazing author!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I've read many of Jill Shalvis' books but this one stuck with me. Out of the three Intant books this was my favorite.
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This is the second Wilder brothers book Ive read, and i liked it. It wasnt quite as good as Stone and Emmas story but it was good. Both characters were very likable, good storyline, particularly the part related to their prior history. Very good chemistry. This is a good series!
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cosun More than 1 year ago
Good. But my least favorite out of the three books.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved this story! it is the best of the series
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cah59 More than 1 year ago
Third book in the Wilder series. Loved them all. Highly recommend.
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