Author Jill Shalvis » Blog New York Times Best-Selling Author Fri, 22 Aug 2014 18:34:49 +0000 en-US hourly 1 Dear Jill Fri, 22 Aug 2014 12:00:49 +0000 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

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Thursday’s Feel Good Thu, 21 Aug 2014 12:00:10 +0000 LOVED the message in this video, hope you do too!

p.s. Thanks to Oldest for always sending me the good stuff!

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Hump Day Wed, 20 Aug 2014 12:00:45 +0000 6ffd94a3ecdc33f8e4a84792de3ba247

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. :twisted:

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…


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Whatcha Reading Tuesday Tue, 19 Aug 2014 12:00:33 +0000 So tomorrow I head down to Stanford for pre-op stuff that should take all day and annoy the crap out of me. What I need are some good books. Whatcha all reading and is it good…? Share! :razz:

And an extra bonus for telling me and where you plan to buy my IT’S IN HIS KISS next Tuesday. Yep we’re on the seven day countdown!! :twisted:

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Not quite I Love Lucy but close Mon, 18 Aug 2014 12:00:25 +0000 So I’m at Barnes And Noble online today and need you all to come visit! And comment! Come back here and let me know you did and THREE of you will win my next book, IT’S IN HIS KISS. If you already have it preordered, you can win my next next book HE’S SO FINE.


So click here to see me at…come on, all the cool kids will be there.

OH! And I almost forgot! For a bonus round and a SECOND chance at winning, go check out my next Animal series cover. You already read THEN CAME YOU, right? Next up is STILL THE ONE and the exclusive cover reveal is on the USA Today site so get over there and comment there.

The winners, if they’ve commented on both sites, will get TWO books.


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So we left the mountain …

And drove.

And drove …

We were headed to a woman who lives out in the middle of nowhere, and I mean NOWHERE, and she rescues animals.

Any animal in need is welcome.

Even really funny looking ones.

To be honest, we went because we’d heard through the grapevine that she’d rescued two yellow lab puppies. And she had. She’d rescued two puppies out of a horrible situation.

But the golden wasn’t who stole our hearts. Nope, it was her little baby brother. The runt of the litter.

He was filthy and living in a hovel. And the minute he saw us, he came alive. Wriggling, happy, loving. All you had to do was touch him and he writhed in joy and dropped to the floor for a belly rub.

And once he was picked up by the teenagers and loved up by them, he didn’t want to get down.

So we never put him down again. Meet Jake…

Now, MUCH healthier and happier, Frat Boy — so named for his habit of always looking for a good time — has wormed his way directly into our lives …

And our hearts. And closets. Today alone the boy ate one Ugg and one slipper. Not a set, mind you, but one of each…

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Thursday’s Tidbits Thu, 14 Aug 2014 13:42:48 +0000 Today’s page:

“I’m off men, you know.”

“Yeah. I know.” Tanner pulled Callie in, hard against his body.

She took two handfuls of his shirt. For balance, she told herself. But the truth was, she wanted to put her hands on him. He looked down on her face for another second, his brown eyes soft but full of intent as he slowly lowered his head.


He paused, eyes on hers.

She had her hands over his heart and could feel the beating beneath her palms. Slow. Steady.

The opposite of hers, of course.

“I…can’t remember what I was going to say.”

His eyes were smiling into hers. “So I can continue?”

She cleared her throat and nodded. “Carry on,” she whispered.

He started with a brush of his lips against one corner of her mouth, a butterfly touch. And then the other corner.

She heard a soft sound, an almost whimper, and realized it was her. He slowly sank his fingers into her hair, and she melted. No other word for it, her bones just melted clean away. And then he proceeded to kiss the living daylights out of her…

You likey? Are you ready for the Lucky Harbor trilogy IT’S IN HIS KISS, HE’S SO FINE, and ONE IN A MILLION? August, September, October, baby. :razz: Anyway, do a little research, figure out which of the trilogy this little teasing tidbit is from, and name the title in the comments. Three of you will win the book on day of release. :razz:

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A Hump Day View Wed, 13 Aug 2014 12:00:54 +0000 unnamed-1

I know, you were probably expecting a hot guy. How about a cute little Dumb Ass instead?


And I’m sorry but she is a Dumb Ass, even though she is wonderful and sweet and loving. You’re going to have to trust me on this.

Tell me about your dog. Or your …?

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Tuesday’s Giveaway Tue, 12 Aug 2014 12:00:54 +0000 Update: Winners, randomly drawn are: KASEY L BLAGRAVE, SIFA EDWARDS, and SUSAN C. Contact me with your choice of print or ebook, your addy, and please put IT’S IN ...]]> Update: Winners, randomly drawn are: KASEY L BLAGRAVE, SIFA EDWARDS, and SUSAN C. Contact me with your choice of print or ebook, your addy, and please put IT’S IN HIS KISS in the subject line.

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You know the drill. Name the book this excerpt comes from and three of you will win IT’S IN HIS KISS, arriving in stores in 2 weeks… :razz:

Aubrey got a look at the man she’d inadvertently drenched and stopped breathing. Oh, God. Had she really thought her day couldn’t get any worse? Why would she tempt fate by even thinking that? Because of course things had gotten worse. They always did.

Ben McDaniel slowly stood up from his barstool, dripping vodka from his hair, eyelashes, nose… He was six feet plus of hard muscles and brute strength on a body that didn’t carry a single extra ounce of fat on him. For the past five years, he’d been in and out of a variety of Third World countries designing and building water systems with the Army Corp of Engineers. His last venture had been for the Department of Defense in Iraq, which Aubrey only knew because Lucky Harbor’s Facebook page was good as gospel.

He swiped his face with his arm, deceptively chill and laid-back.

In truth, he was about as badass as they came.

Aubrey should know, she’d seen him in action. But she managed to meet his gaze. Cool, casual even. One had to be with Ben, the man could spot a weakness a mile away. “I’m sorry,” she said.

“Are you?”

She felt herself flush. He’d always seemed to see right through her. And she was pretty sure he’d never cared for her. He had good reason for that, she reminded herself. He just didn’t know the half of it. “Yes, I am sorry,” she said. Her heart was pounding so loudly she was surprised she could hear herself speak. “Are you okay?”

He ran his fingers through a sexy disorder of sun-streaked brown hair. His eyes were the same color, light milk chocolate marbled with gold caramel. It was hard to make such a warm-colored gaze seem hard, but Ben managed it with no effort at all. “Need to work on your aim,” he said.

It’s an easy one … :razz:

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Monday’s madness Mon, 11 Aug 2014 12:00:53 +0000 So yesterday I was using Find My Friends app to stalk my children as I like to do… and it showed Oldest in … Ontario, Toronto.

As in Canada.

Odd, as she’s never been to Canada. I texted her and she didn’t respond. So with visions of her having been kidnapped (what? I’m a mom, I worry!), I texted The Boy. HE texted right back that yes, he had eyes on my daughter AND her phone and, as he assured me, they were not in Canada, 2,500 miles away but in the city. As in San Francisco.

An hour later I checked Oldest’s “dot” again on Find My Friends. Now it showed she was at a winery in Sonoma.

I again texted Oldest. She answered this time and said nope, she was not at a winery in Sonoma but still in the city and that she would tell me when and if she changed locations.

Fine. But naturally I couldn’t help but peeking at the app once more later that night. It showed her at Disneyland. I resisted calling Oldest, you should be very proud of me. But Find My Friends app? You need to lay off the crack pipe, that’s all I’m saying.

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