Shalvis Conversations…

I might have mentioned, I’m in deadline hell. I’m far too braindead to be witty, so here are a few conversations that have gone on in the Shalvis abode:

1. Between me and the very distracted Youngest, who happened to be on the computer.

Could look up how to spell reservoir for me, please?

Sure. Um . . . how do you spell it?

Yeah, see, if I knew, I wouldn’t have asked.

2. And then when Alpha Man was hammering and sawing and making a crap load of noise, and me STILL two weeks from a deadline.

Me to Middle:
Can you get me ear plugs?

Sure. How many?

Uh, one for each ear?

3. And after being dragged to the grocery store with Alpha Man, with a bazillion skiers and snowboarders, all standing in the fast food aisles saying “dude” a lot. A twenty-ish year old boarder stopped short in front of Alpha Man, who crashed into him. The boarder’s ski pants, already sagging nearly to his knees, fell to the top of his boots.

Boarder: Dude. Sorry.
Alpha Man: Dude. No problem. But why even bother wearing pants?
Boarder: They don’t let you in the store without ‘em.

4. In the car on the way home from the store, with Bruno Mars wailing about Uptown Funk and my 80% deaf Alpha Man singing at the top of his lungs and my head about to fall off:

Me: Who sings this song?

Him: Bruno Mars

Me: Then let them sing it!!!

Yeah. It’s a tough crowd in this house . . . Okay, I have to go back to writing my book now. Hopefully writing THE END very soon. Stay tuned.

It’s here, it’s here…!

So … ABOUT THAT KISS is out today (part of the Heartbreaker Bay series BUT it stands alone, I promise!!) and I’ve been waiting SO LONG for you to get to read sexy, badass Joe Malone!!! What happens when love drives you crazy? The best thing to do is enjoy the ride… How about a sneak peek? Ask and ye shall receive:

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Chapter 1

Kylie Masters watched him walk into her shop like he owned it while simultaneously pretending not to notice him. A tricky balancing act that she’d gotten good at. Problem was, like it or not, her attention was caught and captured by the six foot, leanly muscled, scowling guy now standing directly in front of her, hands shoved in his pockets, body language clearly set to Frustrated Male.

She sighed, gave up the ridiculous pretense of being engrossed by her phone, and looked up. She was supposed to smile and ask how she could help him. That’s what they all did when it was their turn to work the front counter at Reclaimed Woods. They were to show potential clients their custom made goods when what they really wanted was to be in the back workshop making their own individual projects. Kylie’s specialty was dining room sets, which meant she wore a thick apron and goggles to protect herself and was perpetually covered in sawdust.
And she did mean covered in sawdust. Wood flakes dusted her hair and stuck to her exposed arms, and if she’d been wearing any makeup today, they’d have been stuck to her face as well. In short, she was not looking how she wanted to be looking while facing this man again. Not even close. “Joe,” she said in careful greeting.

He gave her a single head nod.

Okay, so he wasn’t going to talk first. Fine. She’d be the grown-up today. “What can I do for you?” she asked, fairly certain he wasn’t here to shop for furniture. He wasn’t exactly the domesticated type.

Joe ran a hand through his hair so that the military short, dark, silky strands stood straight up. He wore a black T-shirt stretched over broad shoulders, loose over tight abs, untucked over cargos that emphasized his mile-long legs. He was built like the soldier he’d been not too long ago, as if keeping fit was his job—which, given what he did for a living, it absolutely was. He shoved his mirrored sunglasses to the top of his head, revealing ice blue eyes that could be hard as stone when working, but she knew that they could also soften when he was amused, aroused, or having fun. He was none of those three things at the moment.

About That Kiss

Admit it, you’re intrigued, right? 🙂 Leave a comment, three of you will win any Heartbreaker Bay backlist!

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Snow Day

Once in awhile, a day dawns so jaw-droppingly gorgeous that I can’t stop looking out the windows.

It’s really very distracting.

In this weekend’s case, Mother Nature pelted us with some white stuff. I think the gorgeousness is her way of saying sorry that you had to shovel for a few hours.

Which is fine. Because I wasn’t the one shoveling, Alpha Man was.


I went snow shoeing beneath 300 foot tall towering pines laden with heavy snow …

Twice they unloaded on me and made my hair frizzy. Bastards. No, I don’t have a picture of that. It’s too scary. Me and the dogs snowshoed through the yard to the cliff.

Where Frat Boy roused a very unhappy, premenstrual raccoon and then Cali nearly caused an avalanche, so we called it a day and headed home for cookies.

Happy Monday, and don’t forget ABOUT THAT KISS hits tomorrow!

About That Kiss

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Happy Hump Day

So … ABOUT THAT KISS comes out in less than a week now. What’s it about?

Forced to contact a fixer who never called her after a kiss, a woman desperate to recover a precious stolen object makes discoveries that compel both to give their relationship a chance.

What do we think? Oh, and I thought maybe you’d like to see pics of how I see the men in this one. First up, Vinnie. He’s VERY important to Kylie, our heroine.

And then there’s Joe, who’s not bad either…

Let me know what you think. Three of you will win a copy of ABOUT THAT KISS!

Into the woods we go…

What you don’t want to see on a walk in the spooky woods — your dogs frozen, clearly sensing something coming…

About five minutes later we came upon a coyote watching us from about a hundred yards away. We decided to skedaddle on home…

Happy Hump Day

So for several weeks I’ve had a really nasty bronchitis flu bug that won’t go away. I don’t want to tell you exactly how much TV I’ve been marathoning, but let’s just say it’s a lot. Here’s my favorite firefighter, who will absolutely be going in a book.

Who’s your favorite male celebrity right now?

Only me

So Frat Boy and I were on our morning hike through the woods, and when I say woods, you all know by now I mean some pretty seriously isolated woods in the Northern California Sierras. I was moving along at a good clip because there’ve been a lot of bears and coyotes this year.

Well, that and the fact that I have consumed too many cookies lately and I’m not going to fit into my writer clothes when conference season starts up in spring. But I digress.

As we’re moving along, I’m happily wailing at the top of my lungs to Bruno Mars when Frat Boy goes off trail, stands at the bottom of a huge, old tree and barks. Huh. I go to stand next to him, tip my head back to peer two hundred and fifty feet up to the top of the tree, and then BAM. The next thing I know I’m sitting on my ass in the dirt, my head spinning.

A squirrel had beaned me with a pinecone.

Still dizzy, I call Alpha Man. “You’re not going to believe this.”

“Does it require stitches or a cast?”

To be fair, he has good reason to ask me such a question. “No.”

“The bank account thanks you.”

Honest to God, he’s so sweet and sensitive and loving it boggles the mind. Anyway, so now I have to add squirrels to my list of rabid creatures to avoid…

I Love Lucy strikes again

So I went to sign into my computer — except I was typing my password in wrong, and if you do it three times in a row they kick you out and you have to answer your security questions. Only I did those wrong too because I’m an idiot.

And then when I finally got it right, it asked me to authorize my computer, and when I tried, it said I didn’t have the ability to authorize my computer.

Apparently that’s above my pay grade.

So I had to call Apple, and the guy was perfectly lovely, even if I did hear “you’re an idiot” in his tone. But all is well now that it’s three hours later and I’ve done nothing but yell at my laptop.

Which actually, now that I think of it, I blame MONDAYS.

Because I’m stressed and can’t remember what I was going to write about, let’s do a giveaway. Tell me a favorite scene from one of my books, and you’re in the running.