Wednesday, September 25, 2013
I'm a huge fan of Jill Shalvis's and Lucky Harbor is my favorite series of hers, so it's no surprise that I was practically jumping up and down when Forever invited me to ask Ms. Shalvis some questions and participate in the Always on My Mind blog tour. If you've never read the Lucky Harbor books (see the list here), you're missing out!
Check out my review to see what I thought of the eighth Lucky Harbor book (spoiler alert: I loved it ;)) and then scroll on down to see some Q&As with Ms. Shalvis, read an excerpt from Always on My Mind, and enter to win some fabulous prizes from Ms. Shalvis's publisher, Forever!
I'm actually writing the next trilogy right now! I don't have too many spoilers, yet, other than I have to say these three heroes are ... YUM. :) We've got Sam, Cole, and Tanner, three guys running Lucky Harbor Charters (after seven years on an oil rig together).
2. Do you have any favorites of the characters you've written?
Sexy firefighter Jack Harper from ALWAYS ON MY MIND is one of my favorite heroes ever. And after Sheriff Sawyer Thompson (from HEAD OVER HEELS) and Dr. Josh Scott (from FOREVER AND A DAY), that is really saying something. But from the beginning, Jack just grabbed onto my heart and wouldn’t let go. He’s a jokester, one of those guys who uses humor to deflect attention from himself.
3. What’s one thing about being an author you wish someone had told you before you were first published?
Ha! That when you tell people you're a romance author, ninety-nine out of a hundred people will get ask if "you write those Fifty Shade-like stories?" :).
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He stared at her. “That’s quite a list of shortcomings,” he eventually said. “Is that all?”
“No.” She shoved her wet hair from her face, though she managed to keep her regal stance, nose firmly in the air at nose-bleed height. “I held back because I didn’t want to be overly rude.”
He laughed softly. “Don’t hold back, Leah. Let’s hear all of it.”
“Well, your truck has more sporting goods than a store, you never say you’re sorry, and your girlfriends look like supermodels. I mean, what is that? There’s nothing wrong with real boobs, you know!”
“I fail to see the problem.”
She snorted again, and he was starting to feel greatly insulted. “You’re not exactly a walk in the park, Leah.”
“No. You’re flighty, you live for your every whim, you downplay any real emotion you feel.”
She hugged herself tight. “Good thing this is all pretend then, isn’t it,” she said softly.
She was freezing. And hauntingly gorgeous, so damn gorgeous standing there wet and silvery by the moon’s glow, like a goddess. It’s Leah, he had to keep reminding himself. Leah, who’d once beaten him in a marshmallow-eating contest, only to puke all over him. Leah, whose dark-green eyes had a way of telling the world to bite her. Leah, who’d run off on him and left him heartbroken. He took a step into her—for what exactly, he had no idea—and she poked a finger into his chest.
“God,” she said. “You’re so…” Words apparently failed her, but she let out a sound that managed to perfectly convey how annoying he was.
“Ditto,” he said, and then grabbed the finger drilling a hole between his pecs and tugged her hard enough that she lost her balance and fell against him.
He wrapped an arm around her waist, entangling a hand in her wet hair.
She went still as stone and stared into his eyes. And then lowered her gaze to his mouth.
Yeah, they were in sync there. Suddenly he couldn’t breathe. Hers caught audibly in her throat, a good sign, he decided. Maybe she wouldn’t knee him in the balls. Testing the waters, he grazed her jawline with his teeth.
Then he slid his mouth to the very corner of hers and was rewarded by the clutch of her hands on his shirt. Having her hold on to him like this, like he was her only anchor, sent a bolt of lust straight through him. “Leah,” he murmured, hearing the surprise in his own voice, feeling the heat course through him as he finally—God, finally—covered her mouth with his.
Her lips parted for him eagerly, and he groaned, drowning in the erotic collision of her hot tongue and chilled, wet body.
Serious trouble. He was in serious trouble.
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