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Welcome to my daily blog. If this is your first time, I'm a romance writer and a misplaced city girl currently living in the wild Sierras. I tend to have a lot of I-Love-Lucy moments that I share here but sometimes we talk about books, TV, and our favorite cookies. Okay, my favorite cookies. In any case, please feel free to comment by clicking on the Comments at the bottom of any entry. If you're too shy, that's okay, just know I love having you.

April 21, 2015

Name it…

Name the book this excerpt comes from and three of you will win it, or my next book, your choice! Need a hint? It’s one of the books in the sidebar to the right! :roll: Go!

AJ held the door open for Darcy, doing his best to keep his tongue in his mouth, but he wasn’t sure he quite managed.

“Thanks,” she said, brushing up against his arm and shoulder as she stepped into the elevator.

His free hand came out to stabilize her, a purely instinctual move. He didn’t give a thought to the fact that she hated to be helped because he couldn’t give a thought to anything.

Holy. Shit. Hotness.

Her little black dress—emphasis on little—just about killed him.. The bodice was short, snug, and, at first glance, modest.

Second glance, not so much.

She bent over and fiddled with her heels, which had a strap around her ankle and screamed SEX. So did the way the hem of her dress rose up on her thighs, high enough that his eyes nearly popped right out of his head. “What are you doing?” he managed.

“Nothing.” Still bent at the waist, she shifted to her other heel, during which time he pressed his fingers into his eye sockets to keep his eyes in his head.

She was all leg and silken skin and crazy gorgeous hair, and he attempted to steel himself against her but he failed. He’d been wrong, oh so very wrong when he said he’d be able to handle her. He couldn’t, not in her yoga pants, not in a sexy little black dress, not at work, not in his truck, not in an elevator, not in anything anywhere—he couldn’t do it, Sam I Am.

She straightened and sent him a searching look. She’d piled all that long curly hair on top of her head but several silky strands had escaped, brushing her temples and shoulders, giving her a just-got-laid look. Her lips were siren red and he knew it made him a pig, but all he could think about was her mouth and how her lips would looked stretched around his—

“We’re on time still, right?” she asked.

He had to clear his throat to answer. “Yeah.” Jesus.

The door slid shut and silence filled the elevator while they stared at each other. To keep his hands to himself, he backed to the wall.

“So,” she said, looking like she was mentally cracking her knuckles. “What are the rules here? Kiss ass? Sit, shake, and roll over on command? Tell everyone how you saved my life? Obey your every order?”

Her sarcasm helped him roll his tongue back into his mouth. “I will ask you to kiss someone’s ass never,” he said. “Same for sit and shake and roll over. And you know damn well I didn’t save your life. But as for the obeying me? That. Lots of that would be great.”

What do ya think? Know it? Or are ya cheating a little? :twisted: Your choice, but hope it entices you go buy it!


April 20, 2015

Best Of

So it’s Monday and I have a stomach bug. I think the two go together pretty well, don’t you? Anyway, here’s an I Love Lucy/Jill story from seven years ago today to entertain you while I’m gone:

I locked myself out of the house. I’ve done this before, and given how disorganized and scatter brained I can be, no one should be surprised that I did it yet again.

But this time I had a problem. I’d left both dogs alone inside. Together, where they could have a pow-pow and eat things. Big things, like my manuscript. Or the cat. Plus, I hadn’t meant to go anywhere, I was only taking out the trash, so I was in my bunny slippers, shorts and tank. Hair wild. I could get in my car and drive to Alpha Man’s jobsite and get a house key but I’d scare his crew. I could drive to Oldest’s job and borrow her keys, but she’d kill me if I showed up looking like a homeless bag lady.

So I did the sensible thing. I climbed the tree to the second story, managed to get over the deck railing without dying, and . . . And found that I’d actually locked the sliding glass door to keep the raccoons out.

Damn, I hate when I’m efficient.

I pressed my face up against the glass and found Mountain Barbie and Ashes staring back at me. Mountain Barbie had one of my favorite flip-flops in her mouth. “Drop it!” I told her. She did, and then went and got the other one. I thunked my head on the glass. This was not going well. “Unlock the door,” I begged them.

No go. I think they were laughing, to be honest. I climbed back down, against without dying, and faced facts. I was going to have to get help. Cute Next Door Neighbor wasn’t home. Just as well, really, given my appearance. So I drove to 7 Eleven to get an ice cream. That helped a lot, and no one at 7 Eleven ever judges you when you’re looking a rough around the edges. The sugar burst reminded me that I had another deck I could try. There’s no tree close enough to that one, but Alpha Man had a ladder nearby, so I used that.

And found yet another locked door. Jeez, I was on top of things lately. With a sigh, I climbed down and leaned against the back door—

Which fell open. Just that easily, I was in.

I’d be really, really glad if it hadn’t made me drop my ice cream. I really hate it when that happens.


April 16, 2015

Well holy cow…

Update: winners are KAYE AUTREY and MIMI LOVELL, email me with SECOND CHANCE SUMMER in the subject line, let me know print or ebook, and don’t forget your addy!

Original post:
STILL THE ONE made the USA Today and the New York Times bestseller lists yesterday!!!

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I want to thank each and everyone who bought the book. It means so much to me! YOU mean so much to me! I couldn’t do this without you! Well, I could, but I’d also have to work at Taco Bell and trust me, no one wants to see me in customer service. :razz: I hope each of you has as great a day as I’m going to have. You are all amazing, each and every single one of you, don’t you forget it!!!!

I’m going to be drawing names from today’s commenters for the book of your choice. Now go off and rock your day!!!


April 15, 2015

Happy Hump Day

Some days…

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… words just aren’t required. Happy Hump/Wednesday and you look FANTASTIC today. ;-)


April 14, 2015

An I-Love-Lucy moment

Update: Winner, randomly drawn, is TRISHJ! Trish, email me with Shalvis calendar in the subject line and don’t forget your addy!

Original post:
So I mostly drive an automatic. I used to drive a stick, years ago, BK (before kids) but in the child raising years of my life, I found I needed both hands free to handle whatever situation came up in the car, things like “mom the dog is chewing my seatbelt” or “Mom, did you bring my uniform” or “Mom, there’s a cop following you”. Those kinds of things.

Yeah. Sometimes the stick is just too much.

But even with the automatic, I have plenty of I LOVE LUCY moments. Like the other day. No, I didn’t lock my keys in my car with the car running in a snow storm outside the grocery store. That’s so last year. No I didn’t fall onto a parked BMW and scratch it with the keys in my hand as I hit the street and broke my foot. That would be embarrassing. Besides, I already did that.

I got into my car after having breakfast with a friend and drove forward instead of backing out of my parking spot, and got my car stuck on a parking cement block what-ever-it’s-called thingie.

Seriously. I really do shit like that. I’m not sure why. I’m educated. I’m a thinker. I’m a planner. And this sort of thing STILL happens to me.

Maybe it’s because I spend most of my life with my head in the clouds plotting and planning books? Or maybe I’m just a natural ditz. But as Alpha Man sometimes says in complete bafflement when I’ve just told him one of these situations I’ve gotten myself in, sometimes it’s hard to be me.

p.s. I found another 2015 Shalvis calendar, I’ll be giving it to one random commenter!


April 13, 2015

Monday again?

Update: winners randomly chosen are KIM D, MELISSA HUSKEY, and CANDY LIND. Email me with SECOND CHANCE SUMMER in the subject line and don’t forget to tell me print or ebook, and your addy.

Original post:
Name the book the excerpt comes from. :lol:

Darcy had been working on training Oreo for an hour—with less than wondrous results—when AJ pulled up. He parked his truck on the street and crossed the yard to where she sat in the grass.

“We’re in a showdown,” she said, nodding her chin at Oreo, who sat facing her. “I’m trying to teach him to stay.”

“He looks like he’s got the hang of it,” AJ said.

“Because I’m holding a doggie cookie. He’s like every other man on the planet. He can be bribed.”

“Sounds like you’ve got us all figured out,” AJ said.

“Yep.” Every single one of them but him. “Zoe’s not here.”

“I came for you.”

Her heart had started a heavy thumping the moment he’d showed up. He wore faded Levi’s and an untucked button-down, and she thought no one wore clothes quite the way he did.

And he thinks you’re a druggie.

“Wanted to make sure we’re on for the morning,” he said.

“You mean am I still going to show myself off to your money guy?”

His expression didn’t change. He was one of the few people she couldn’t easily rattle. She didn’t know what to make of that. Never had. “Said I would. I don’t go back on my word, AJ.” She rewarded Oreo with a cookie. “Now let’s work on come,” she said. She stepped back to the edge of the grass. “Okay, Oreo. Come.”

Oreo sat.

AJ crouched on the balls of his feet and whistled. “Come,” he said.

Oreo ran to him, tail wagging, tongue lolling, staring adoringly up into AJ’s face.

AJ rubbed Oreo up and down until the dog was nothing but a puddle of boneless goo.

Darcy tried not to be jealous and failed yet again. “So is that all you wanted to know?”

“For now.”

“You mean there’ll be more later?”

AJ met Darcy’s eyes. He looked grim. Resigned. “To be determined,” he said.

His frustration didn’t give her near the satisfaction she’d thought it would. Because if he had to spent the long car ride with her, she had to spend it with him as well.

It would be a miracle if they both survived.

“Be ready to go by seven a.m.,” he said, and left.

Oreo cried.

Darcy sighed. “You’ll get over him,” she told the dog. All she needed to do was the same.

Three of you will win my next book, SECOND CHANCE SUMMER.


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