The temps are scorching today here in the Midwest but to keep cool I'm bringing you a tempting taste of this charming holiday read and its tale of second chance romance. Keep reading to get a glimpse of The Trouble With Mistletoe by Jill Shalvis, the second installment in her Heartbreaker Bay series, then count down the days until its September 27th release date!
If she has her way...
Willa Davis is wrangling puppies when Keane Winters stalks into her pet shop with frustration in his chocolate-brown eyes and a pink bedazzled cat carrier in his hand. He needs a kitty sitter, stat. But the last thing Willa needs is to rescue a guy who doesn’t even remember her...
…He’ll get nothing but coal in his stocking.
Saddled with his great-aunt’s Feline from Hell, Keane is desperate to leave her in someone else’s capable hands. But in spite of the fact that he’s sure he’s never seen the drop-dead gorgeous pet shop owner before, she seems to be mad at him...
Unless he tempers “naughty” with a special kind of nice...
Willa can’t deny that Keane’s changed since high school: he’s less arrogant, for one thing—but he doesn’t even remember her. How can she trust him not to break her heart again? It’s time to throw a coin in the fountain, make a Christmas wish–and let the mistletoe do its work…
Willa Davis is wrangling puppies when Keane Winters stalks into her pet shop with frustration in his chocolate-brown eyes and a pink bedazzled cat carrier in his hand. He needs a kitty sitter, stat. But the last thing Willa needs is to rescue a guy who doesn’t even remember her...
…He’ll get nothing but coal in his stocking.
Saddled with his great-aunt’s Feline from Hell, Keane is desperate to leave her in someone else’s capable hands. But in spite of the fact that he’s sure he’s never seen the drop-dead gorgeous pet shop owner before, she seems to be mad at him...
Unless he tempers “naughty” with a special kind of nice...
Willa can’t deny that Keane’s changed since high school: he’s less arrogant, for one thing—but he doesn’t even remember her. How can she trust him not to break her heart again? It’s time to throw a coin in the fountain, make a Christmas wish–and let the mistletoe do its work…
EXCERPT:
He opened the passenger door for her but caught her before she could slide in. “You’re cold."
Actually, she was freezing. “I forgot my jacket this morning—No, don’t give me yours,” she said when he made to take his off.
So instead he spread it open and wrapped as much of it around her as possible. Chest to chest, thighs to things…and everything in between mashed up against each other all cozy like.
Except it didn’t feel cozy.
It felt…sexy as hell.
It would’ve taken more control than she held to keep her hands to herself. He wrapped herself around him, letting her fingers trail up the sculpted muscles of his back.
At her touch, his gaze met hers, dark and heated. Oh boy. She was in trouble here, and she forced herself to back away and get into her seat.
A minute later, he’d rounded the front of the truck and slid in behind the wheel. He craned around to eyeball Pita like she was a pissed-off rattlesnake.
Willa laughed and Keane turned all that concentrated hotness on her. “What?"
“I’m picturing Petunia coming back from the dead to haunt you."
With a small smile, he leaned in close and slid his fingers along her jaw. “You think that’s funny?"
“I’d do the same thing."
“Absolutely."
His fingers still on her jaw, he let his thumb slide lightly over her lower lip, making it hunger for a touch.
His touch.
No, make that his mouth. She wanted his mouth on hers and wasn’t that just annoying as hell. “This isn’t happening,” she said out loud, because surely that would make it true.
“What isn’t?” he asked. “Dinner with me despite you saying that the devil himself couldn’t drag your cold, dead corpse out on a date with me, even if I was…how did you put it? Hot as balls?"
“I didn’t say that!” She felt her face flush. She was doing her best to desperately hold on to her resentment over their past, but even she could admit she was quickly losing the battle here, to curiosity.
And lust.
“If you’re going to eavesdrop,” she said with as much dignity as she could, which wasn’t much, “at least get your facts straight."
He just laughed, a sexy sound that woke up all her happy spots, damn him. And he knew it too. She sunk in her seat a little, crossed her arms over her chest and looked out the window. “Be amused all you want, I’m holding firm."
He didn’t look worried.
Actually, she was freezing. “I forgot my jacket this morning—No, don’t give me yours,” she said when he made to take his off.
So instead he spread it open and wrapped as much of it around her as possible. Chest to chest, thighs to things…and everything in between mashed up against each other all cozy like.
Except it didn’t feel cozy.
It felt…sexy as hell.
It would’ve taken more control than she held to keep her hands to herself. He wrapped herself around him, letting her fingers trail up the sculpted muscles of his back.
At her touch, his gaze met hers, dark and heated. Oh boy. She was in trouble here, and she forced herself to back away and get into her seat.
A minute later, he’d rounded the front of the truck and slid in behind the wheel. He craned around to eyeball Pita like she was a pissed-off rattlesnake.
Willa laughed and Keane turned all that concentrated hotness on her. “What?"
“I’m picturing Petunia coming back from the dead to haunt you."
With a small smile, he leaned in close and slid his fingers along her jaw. “You think that’s funny?"
“I’d do the same thing."
“Absolutely."
His fingers still on her jaw, he let his thumb slide lightly over her lower lip, making it hunger for a touch.
His touch.
No, make that his mouth. She wanted his mouth on hers and wasn’t that just annoying as hell. “This isn’t happening,” she said out loud, because surely that would make it true.
“What isn’t?” he asked. “Dinner with me despite you saying that the devil himself couldn’t drag your cold, dead corpse out on a date with me, even if I was…how did you put it? Hot as balls?"
“I didn’t say that!” She felt her face flush. She was doing her best to desperately hold on to her resentment over their past, but even she could admit she was quickly losing the battle here, to curiosity.
And lust.
“If you’re going to eavesdrop,” she said with as much dignity as she could, which wasn’t much, “at least get your facts straight."
He just laughed, a sexy sound that woke up all her happy spots, damn him. And he knew it too. She sunk in her seat a little, crossed her arms over her chest and looked out the window. “Be amused all you want, I’m holding firm."
He didn’t look worried.
Which in turn worried her.
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AUTHOR INFO:
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Jill Shalvis lives in a small town in the Sierras full of quirky characters. Any resemblance to the quirky characters in her books is, um, mostly coincidental. Look for Jill’s sexy contemporary and award-winning books wherever romances are sold and click on the blog button above for a complete book list and daily blog detailing her city-girl-living-in-the-mounta
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