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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.

January 16, 2015

Cover shoot pics!

Update: winner, randomly drawn, is: AMY FULTON. Amy email me with SECOND CHANCE SUMMER in the subject line, include your choice of print or ebook, and your addy. :)

Original post:
So my publisher had a cover shoot yesterday in New York for my June book SECOND CHANCE SUMMER. Would have loved to be there, but my editor was kind enough to send me pics from the shoot. Not exactly sure what’s going on here but apparently it involved getting oil on the abs. Now here’s my thing. I thought I had a great job, but it’s possible this woman has a better one. Ab oiler… has a certain ring to it.


Also there were ropes. :roll:


Um, to be clear, our hero, Aidan Kincaid, is a Search & Rescue guy.


Anyway, I’ll have more cover shoot pics next week so stayed tuned. In the meantime, I’ll be drawing two names from today’s commenters who will a copy of SECOND CHANCE SUMMER on the day of release in June. ;-)

January 15, 2015


So one time a zillion years ago I accidentally turned all of Alpha Man’s whites pink.

Okay, maybe it was more than one time. Maybe it was a bunch of times, and maybe he took over laundry duty.

Cut to last summer when I got to go shopping with Nora Robers (NORA ROBERTS, PEOPLE!) and I somehow got talked into buying a far too expensive sweater from Anthropologie. I loved that sweater because every time I wore it I thought of the fun I had that day shopping with good friends and NORA ROBERTS.

Last month Alpha Man dried the sweater. In the dryer. On high heat. When the sweater came out, it wouldn’t have fit the cat. I pouted over that for a good long time but there was little I could say because hello, Alpha Man had worn pink undies and pink socks for years thanks to me. I told him we were even.

That might have been my mistake.

Four months ago I had spine surgery. It was a big and scary time and the day before I went into the hospital, Alpha Man bought me a gorgeous sweater from Nordstroms. It was also too expensive but I loved that sweater ridiculously.

Last night Alpha Man dried the sweater. In the dryer. On high heat. Why? I’m not sure. He’s a guy… ANYWAY, sob, the sweater is now about three inches high now. And he felt AWFUL. For the second time.

So did I. I ate an entire bag of Skittles before deciding that there is really only one solution to this problem we’re having.

We need a dedicated laundry person. Which means one of us needs to win the lottery…

January 14, 2015

Hump Day

I know this isn’t exactly what you expected for a Hump Day post but it cracked me up big time.

Frat Boy would never sit on Satan– er, Sadie here at the Shalvis abode because Sadie is evil. But I wish he would…

Any of you have dogs who sit on your cats? :twisted:

January 12, 2015

Monday’s Madness

Update: winner of the calendar is NANCY THOMPSON. Nancy, email me with Shalvis Calendar in the subject line and don’t forget your email!

Original post:
So I’m on deadline maybe a little bit out of control. Here’s Alpha Man asking me a simple question…


Leave a comment, I’m giving away another calendar today!

(also, I now have cute sticker thingies — bookplates are their official term — that I can sign for your print copies of my books. If you’re interested, email me at [email protected] for the addy to send a self addressed stamped envelope to…

January 9, 2015

fart barrier

This is from Alpha Man and I’m still laughing…

Tell the truth. Have you broken the barrier? :twisted:

January 8, 2015

Not quite Winnie-the-Pooh

This is my street. And less than an hour before this picture was taken, I had come sauntering along with Frat Boy at my heels. Okay, so he wasn’t exactly at my heels, he was bounding out in front, tongue lolling, looking for the next party, but I digress.

This is mama bear and her three babies, fresh from digging through our trash for their afternoon tea. This is the same bear who last year at this time growled at me for daring to take her picture.

This is one grumpy ass mama. She’s tired of her annoying children, she’s tired of doing all the cooking and cleaning, and she’s tired of not fitting into her jeans. There are some days (like this whole past weekend), where I can really relate …

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