August 27, 2014
So I’m having spine surgery on Friday and I’ve been a little anxious about this, and some of you have sent me presents. Which is pretty awesome. I mean seriously, I feel like I have the best readers on the entire planet. Here’s a little bit of what I’ve received:
Amazing, yeah? And no, I’m not sharing. I just wanted to thank each and every one of you, even if you didn’t send me cookies. I so appreciate you buying my books and being here to listen to me talk to myself. All of you mean so very much to me!!
I’ll be blogging through the whole hospital scene starting Friday and if I sound goofy you can be sure I’ve got the right amount of pain meds.
Oh and before you go, were any of you able to get my new book IT’S IN HIS KISS yesterday and where…? If you need links, scroll down to yesterday’s blog, I’ve got them all up for ya. XOXO…
August 26, 2014
Update: winners, randomly drawn, are: JENNIFER LONGORIA, AMY HIGGISON, DIANE DUKE, LALA, and DEBBY B. Email me with HE’S SO FINE in the subject line and your addy and whether you want print or digital.
IT’S HERE, IT’S HERE!!! Oh sorry, did I yell that?
IT’S IN HIS KISS is finally available for purchase wherever you buy your books, whether that’s Walmart or Target or BN or iBooks or Amazon or wherever floats your boat.
Sorry, I’m a little excited to be finally releasing the first of the last Lucky Harbor trilogy. Want a sneak peek? Ask and ye shall receive:
“Okay, great. Hold please,” Sam said, and punched the hold button on the phone. He took a deep breath and strode out of the warehouse and to their “yard.” This led to the waterfront. There they had a dock, where their fifty-foot Wright Sport was moored.
Hours ago, Tanner—their scuba diving instructor and communications expert—had texted Sam that he was working on their radio system.
“Hey,” Sam called out to him. “How about answering a damn phone call once in a while?”
“You’re the one inside,” Tanner said, not stopping what he was doing, which didn’t look to be work so much as sunbathing. Not that he needed it with the mocha skin he’d inherited from his mother’s Brazilian roots. He’d stripped to a pair of board shorts, a backward baseball cap, and reflective aviator sunglasses, and was sprawled out on his back, face tilted up to the sun.
“Busy, are you?” Sam asked drily.
“Cole and I chartered the midnight cruise last night and didn’t moor until three a.m.”
“And you slept until two p.m., so what’s your point?”
Tanner lifted a middle finger.
Sam gave up and strode up to the smaller building—a hut really—that they used as their front office and greeting area. The rolling door was up when they were open for business and shut when they weren’t.
It was up now, and Cole was sitting behind the front counter. He was their captain, chief navigator, and mechanic, and was currently hen-pecking at the keyboard of his laptop. The fingers stopped when Sam reached into the bucket beside the counter and pulled out one of their water guns. The thing had been touted as a squirt gun, but the more apt term would have been cannon. Sam weighed it in his hands, decided it was loaded enough, and turned back to the door.
“What the hell are you doing?” Cole asked.
“Going to spray the hell out of Tanner.”
“Nice,” Cole said, fingers already back to hen-pecking. “Carry on.”
Sam stopped in the doorway and stared at him in surprise. Cole was their resident techno-geek. He wore cargo pants with handy pockets and could fix just about anything at any time with the ingenuity of a modern-day MacGyver. And he always, always, objected to fighting among their ranks. “What’s up?” Sam asked him.
“Trying to work. Go away.”
“If you’re working so damn hard, why aren’t you answering the phones?”
Cole lifted his head and blinked innocently. “Phones? What phones? I didn’t hear any phones.”
“Shit.” Sam shook his head. “We need to get that damn ad in the paper.”
Cole’s fingers clicked one last key with dramatic flair. “Done,” he declared. “Ad placed.”
“What does it say?” Sam asked.
Cole hit a few more keys. “Looking for self-motivating admin to answer phones, work a schedule, greet customers with a friendly attitude, and be able to handle grumpy-ass bosses named Sam.”
Sam arched a brow. “You’d push the buttons of a guy holding a loaded water cannon?”
Not looking worried in the slightest, Cole smiled and reached down beneath the counter, coming up with his own loaded cannon, which he casually aimed at Sam. “You forget who bought these.”
“Shit.” He turned to go.
“You’re forgetting something else,” Cole said.
Sam looked back.
“Tanner’s ex-profession as a Navy SEAL.”
“Shit,” Sam said again, lowering the cannon. He was pissed, not stupid.
“Line one’s for you,” Sam said.
Need help finding where to purchase? Again, let me help ya out:
Now because I love release days, FIVE of you will win my NEXT book, HE’S SO FINE, coming out 9/30. All you have to do is name a scene from an earlier Lucky Harbor novel, any of them. Go!
August 25, 2014
Tomorrow IT’S IN HIS KISS arrives on bookshelves and digital bookstores everywhere. Gotta admit, I’m a little nervous on this one. Lots of big hitters are out on the same day as me this time (Robyn Carr, Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Lori Foster, Kristen Ashley, amongst others…) So I really really hope I fit into your book budget this month!
Anyway, would love to hear where you intend to buy it, if you do? And remember, Amazon and Hachette (my publisher) are still not playing nice so you can’t get it there until tomorrow but don’t worry. It WILL be up on Amazon tomorrow for purchase.
Also Walmart has been a hit and miss in the way of carrying my books so if you’re in Walmart and you don’t see me, maybe you could ask? Or better yet if you’re in Walmart and you see me, maybe you could buy the book and reward them.
August 22, 2014
How you doin, Sheriff Sawyer Thompson here. You remember me, the hero from HEAD OVER HEELS from a few years back? Look, let’s cut right to the chase. I know that you’re writing a Christmas short, revisiting Chloe and I. And I know also that the story is due in a few days and you’ve got me facing my biggest nightmare — losing her. Let me just tell you what, Miss High And Mighty Author, don’t you even think about it. You got me? She’s mine and I’m keeping her. Get it together, woman. You only have ten pages left to write (and hey, thanks for that smokin’ sex scene a few chapters back). But I’m serious as a heart attack here. Don’t make me come over there and clean out your girl scout cookie stash (and don’t think I don’t know where they are).
Sheriff Sawyer Thompson
August 21, 2014
LOVED the message in this video, hope you do too!
p.s. Thanks to Oldest for always sending me the good stuff!
August 20, 2014
HelenKay Dimon here, taking over Jill’s blog for her today because she’s at Stanford Hospital today doing icky pre-op stuff and also, frankly, because we need your help…
Jill and I room together at writing conferences and talk to each other every day about important things like, hot guy photos on tumblr, how she can’t get attached to anyone on Supernatural because that character will die (I apologize if that’s a spoiler), and our mutual love of procrastination (unless any of our editors are reading this, in which case I mean we talk about writing all the time, that and how much we love writing for you).
There is one issue we discuss at length and pretty much weekly: romance heroes. Specifically, we talk about what I will refer to as Our Tolerance For Asshat Behavior. See, we both like alpha heroes but one of us (that would be me) is okay with them being a bit more ass-y, broken and flawed. [Note to husband: this applies only to fictional romance dudes. My tolerance for asshat behavior in a real-life husband is not high. Just saying.]
Take for example my newest release, LONG WAY HOME.
The hero, Callen, is broken. Like, big-time broken. His father was a con man, the woman he thought was his birth mother actually isn’t. He’s been estranged from his brothers and is trying to rebuild those relationships. And the woman he loved betrayed him…or so he thinks. Basically, the guy has had to deal with a lifetime of secrets and disappointments and is trying to get his world in order. As you can imagine, sometimes the things he tries to do misfire and he doesn’t always handle his frustration in the best way. In other words, he is ass-y broken and flawed. The good news is he also has Jill’s Seal Of Approval. She thinks he stays just this side of the “too ass-y” line. But I know he came close to being too much for Jill.
My question is: where is that line? For me, a hero can be jerky and maybe a bit too controlling and definitely broken so long as a few other things are happening – he has a reason to be that way, he’s decent underneath and he grows and becomes less ass-y during the book. If he’s violent or mean or not a good guy (like there is no mushy center under all that hardness) then I’m out. He’s not the romance hero for me. But I’m pretty tolerant otherwise.
I’ve asked Jill about her favorite romance hero many times. She often talks about JD Robb’s Roarke. One of my all-time favorites is Gray from Linda Howard’s AFTER THE NIGHT, who is super ass-y at the beginning of the book. You’ll notice both of these guys are in control of their lives, alpha, smart and dedicated to the women they love. One is just a little assier (yes, I know that’s not really a word but you get what I mean).
So, you guys weigh in and we’ll see what your tolerance level is. Who is your favorite ass-y hero and how ass-y can a hero be? And for more fun, we’ll give away two copies of my new book LONG WAY HOME (digital only) to people picked from those commenting here so you can judge the level of Callen’s ass-y behavior. For the record, I say he has just the right amount.
p.s. this is Jill sneaking in a word, Helenkay’s book LONG WAY HOME just came out yesterday and is awesome and you can buy it at the links below. Carry on with your wonderful answers as you always do…