Evie Wilde

They say I’m a promising witch, but my magic is a disaster…

I wish I could keep my sorcery skills from running wild. When one of my spells misfires and destroys the town’s defense against the very monsters we were sent to protect them from, the fed-up guild banishes me to the Enchanted Academy. One last chance to salvage what’s left of my career as a witch by honing my craft.

The coursework is challenging, but I can’t help but be distracted by a brainy mage and a mysterious shifter. Not to mention the bad boy who’s set his sights on me, or the fact that my relationship with my best friend is heating up.

But beyond the gated grounds, a power-hungry wizard is drawing near, intent on stealing magic. As the passion between me and my men grows, so do my powers.

Soon my friends and I will be the enemy’s prime target, and the five of us will have to unite to defeat the rising evil.

A Class of Conjuring is created by Evie Wilde, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

A Class of Conjuring

I pulled him down and stole another kiss, this one hot and filled with battling tongues. I breathed him in, taking in his breath, filling my lungs, feeding my need. His body trembled against mine, and a shudder of a breath lapped against my lips. My body gave in to his touch, his hands gliding across my breasts, gently moving, and caressing against my shirt. I needed more. I needed his skin against mine, his heat against my warmth. Finally, the ravenous aches were going to be fed. 


Dash opened his eyes and stared into mine, his hand skillfully removing my shirt. I nodded, sensing him fighting with himself, wanting to go faster but also wanting to please me. His hand moved back over my bare breasts, the first time a man had done so. My breath hung in my throat, and my pulse quickened. When he gently squeezed my nipple, I writhed in pleasure, wondering why I had waited so long to feel a man's hands on my body. 


Chapter 26: Cassandra