Excerpt: 'Merry Christmas, Baby' by Jill Shalvis
That Jill Shalvis sure is a productive author. She has yet another new Lucky Harbor story out, this one called Merry Christmas, Baby, and HEA is sharing an excerpt. And what a merry Christmas it will be for a lucky HEA reader: One commenter here will win the entire Lucky Harbor series from Jill.
First, here's the blurb about Merry Christmas, Baby (courtesy of Forever Yours):
Season's kisses ...
Wild child Chloe Thompson can't believe how much things have changed. She still can't get enough of her sexy husband Sawyer, but he seems to prefer working to impending fatherhood. So tonight, a very pregnant Chloe is escaping her troubles at the town Christmas party.
Sheriff Sawyer Thompson hopes surprising Chloe at the party will give him a chance to set things right. But as the snow begins to fall and the wind rages, he wonders whether he can make it back in time. While mother nature conspires to keep Sawyer and Chloe apart, an unexpected arrival will require them to kiss and make up ... and ring in the happiest holiday Lucky Harbor has ever seen.
Here's the excerpt …
Chloe came awake aware of two things: one, she was alone in the bed, and two, she didn't like being alone in the bed. She sat up and blearily blinked into focus a sight that immediately had her brain clearing.
And her body humming.
"Officer Hottie," she murmured, and had the pleasure of seeing the big, badass, steely man grimace at the nickname he hated.
She grinned.
Five years and she still loved to poke the bear. And right now the bear stopped shoving things into a duffel bag and looked at her, quiet and assessing, taking her temperature from across the room. "You're awake."
"Seems like," she answered, hearing the exhaustion in her voice.
Evidently Sawyer did as well. His mouth tightened slightly as his eyes scanned her from head to toe. Whatever he saw had him moving from his duffel bag to the side of the bed, where he stood looking down at her. His dark brown eyes could be cool and unreadable—his cop eyes—or soft, melting chocolate, like when he was feeling frisky, though she hadn't seen that side of him lately.
Your fault, she reminded herself, and tried to swallow the ball of anxiety over the fact that he was leaving for one of his dangerous DEA jobs while they were barely speaking. You're the one who picked a fight over his job, which is as much a part of him as you are…
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Find out more about Jill and her books at jillshalvis.com.