Strong and Sexy by Jill Shalvis will be in the stores in December of this year. Love the cover. Goes well with the blog don’t you think?

BLOWING IT ALL SKY HIGH

In a family of serious over-achievers, Shayne Mahoney has always been the laid-back, easy-going rebel. But running Sky High Air – a charter airline catering to the rich and famous – is a dream come true, in-flight specials included. Like kissing his client’s beautiful, brainy daughter in a coat closet. But before Shayne can say ‘Fasten Your Seatbelts,’ Dani claims to witness a murder, gets stalked in her own apartment, and as added bonus, gets them both shot at by a mystery sniper. Normally Shayne would be running from the obviously crazy woman, and yet he finds himself trying to help her, leaving him to doubt his own sanity…

There’s a reason Dani never attends her mother’s high society parties. The fake people, the shallow conversation, and the fact that she doesn’t fit in. She’s a zoologist, not a starlet, and happy about it, even if she wishes men like ruggedly handsome Shayne Mahoney would spare her a second glance. Of course, dodging bullets isn’t exactly what she’d call the perfect follow-up to their heated kiss, but Shayne makes it clear she can depend on him. All she has to do is hold on tight to his delicious hard body until the ride is over…

Sadly I do not have a copy of that to give away. But…

Jill is super swell and is giving away a copy of Smart and Sexy (her April Brava) or Shadow Hawk her latest and greatest Blaze. You can read the two following excerpts and than comment! Tell us what you thought of the books if you have read them. Or what your favorite Jill Shalvis novel is or you can even tell us what is your favorite cookie. At the end of the comment let us know which book you would want her to sign to your happy self if you are the winner.

simple huh?

Smart and Sexy by Jill Shalvis

FLYING SOLO IS WAY OVERRATED

Noah Fisher has worked for months to make Sky High the most prestigious charter airline in California. He’s long overdue for a break – something involving ski slopes, cold beers, and hot ski bunny babes, not necessarily in that order. The itinerary doesn’t include being hijacked by Bailey Sinclair, gorgeous widow of one of Sky High’s wealthiest (ex-) clients. But here they are, and being crammed in a cockpit with the scared, stubborn, unbelievably sexy former model he’s been fantasizing about invokes Superman tendencies that could get Noah in serious trouble.

Bailey is desperate to find the stash of money hidden by her conniving, thieving late husband – before the bad guys he owed find her. It’s a long shot, but nothing compared to the gamble she’s taking by being so close to Noah. Every minute in his company has Bailey thinking about doing crazy, reckless things like touching, grabbing, kissing…and oh wow, being kissed right back. Suddenly, seat-of-your-pants seems like the only way to fly, and maybe it’s the altitude playing tricks, but this is one trip she never wants
to end…

Smart and Sexy
Excerpt
Copyright © 2007 Jill Shalvis

“I have to get there quickly. Like yesterday quickly.”

“As in hijack-a-pilot quickly?”

“I didn’t hijack you,” she said with a primness that made him want to laugh — if there’d been anything remotely funny about this situation. “You were going anyway,” she said in the same old refrain.

He slid her a long glance.

She broke eye contact again.

“Okay,” he said, deciding to bite. “So what is this ’something’ you have to get quickly?”

She put her nose to the window. “Are we almost there?”

“Done talking, are we?” he asked dryly.

She didn’t answer.

Yeah, apparently, she was done talking. She’d definitely omitted plenty, leaving out a whole bunch of her story, including how the hell she’d gotten herself roughed up and by whom.

Not his problem, he reminded himself, even if just looking at her invoked Superman tendencies. He was going to Mammoth for some desperately needed R&R.

And a ski bunny.

Nothing else, including saving damsels in distress.

With that thought, he began landing preparations. He reduced power and lowered the flaps, controlling the nose, maintaining altitude, but in yet another unwelcome turn of events, the landing gear didn’t lower.

Unbelievable. He flicked the switch again, prepared to adjust the trim at the drag to stabilize the nose again, but nope, the landing gear definitely did not lower. “Shit.”

“What is it?” she asked.

He looked into her lovely, terrified face. How to tell her they might be coming in for a landing on their belly? “Come here.”

“Why?” asked his suspicious little hijacker.

There was no sugar-coating the insanity. “We have a little problem.”

“That’s an oxymoron when you’re in the air.”

He let out a mirthless laugh. “Yeah. Listen, the landing gear didn’t lower.”

Her mouth fell open.

“I need you to fly the plane while I go crank it down manually.” Crank, kick . . . whatever it took.

The color drained completely out of her face. “Ohmigod. Without the landing gear, we can’t land. Right?”

“Sure we can, we just do it on our belly. Not nearly as smooth though, trust me.”

She swallowed hard. “That’s nowhere close to a little problem.”

“Compared to falling out of the sky, it is. Get over here, Princess.”

“Can you really fix it?”

“Yeah. I’ve seen a guy do it once or twice.”

“Omigod!”

“I’m kidding! Yes, I can fix it. If you get over here.”

“Noah–”

The plane shuddered. More turbulence. Perfect. “Now, goddamnit.” To help her along, he snagged a fistful of the front of her sweatshirt and yanked. With a gasp, she flew toward him, and something slid out of her front pocket, clattering on the floor.

A large, fat pen.

A pen that probably, if shoved up against him, would feel like a gun. He stared down at the thing until it rolled beneath the seat.

“You’re kidding me.”

The truth was written all over her face. “I–”

“You’re kidding me.” He couldn’t believe it, didn’t want to believe it. “A pen? You held me up with a pen?”
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Or you can pick

Shadow Hawk (Harlequin Blaze) by Jill Shalvis

When his latest mission turns into a bloodbath, ATF officer JT Hawk realizes he’s been set up by someone at the top. Wounded and on the run, he has no choice but to take beautiful Abby Wells hostage. After all, she’s in danger, too. And if the only way to keep the fiercely independent communications expert safe is to cuff her and bring her along for the ride, he’ll do it. With pleasure, even.

Only, given their close contact, it’s not long before Hawk’s thinking about a totally different kind of pleasure….

short taste, a tease really
Copyright © 2005-07 Jill Shalvis:

The bastard had shot him, point blank, and given that he felt like his lungs had collapsed, he assumed he’d taken the hit in his chest, over his bullet proof vest. God bless the bullet proof vest. Stunned, gasping for air that he did not have in his lungs, he tried to remain conscious, but his vision had already faded on the edges and was closing in as he lay on his back, staring up at the night sky, unable to move, but plenty able to feel as a whole new kind of pain made itself at home in every corner of his body . . .

“Hawk? Check in,” Abby said via the radio in his ear.

Check in? He felt like he was checking out . . . But radio was back, good to know, and man, did she sound hot. Too bad he was floating . . . floating on agony, thank you very much, and utterly unable to move.

Or speak.

“Hawk.”

Ah, wasn’t that sweet? She sounded so worried. He was touched, or would have been if he could get past the searing pain currently tap-dancing through him. He needed to move, to get up, to protect himself, but before he could, a foot planted itself on his throat, and then the fire in his body sizzled along with his vision as his air supply was abruptly cut off.

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