Once in awhile I write a book that isn’t like pulling fingernails out of the sockets or getting a root canal without drugs. Once in awhile, I write a book that flows like really great wine, and every single word is a joy. Those are the books that I never want to end. Those are the books that made me want to be a writer in the first place.
Head Over Heels was one of those books.
When I first started writing the Lucky Harbor series, Chloe, the wild baby sister, took a backseat to her two older siblings. She was one tough, hot mess. And in the back of my mind as the series went on, she scared me more and more. She was wild. She was uncontrollable. She was utterly unrepentant. How was I ever going to write her as a heroine? Don’t worry, I told myself. She’ll come to you.
I never really believed that, but I should have had faith. Because when it came time for her own book, Chloe Traeger showed up in spades, ready willing and able to drive her man out of his mind. Which man? The one and only man in Lucky Harbor that she should stay away from – and the only man who could possible handle her. The sexy, badass sheriff Sawyer Thompson.
I’m not going to tell you more but I can tell you that Sawyer makes Chloe’s heart squeeze because she knows. He’s going to burn her. He’s probably the only man who has ever had that capability.
Head Over Heels should have been the last Lucky Harbor book, but Simply Irresistible and The Sweetest Thing have done so well that my publisher has asked me for three more Lucky Harbor books. So I’m thrilled to tell you, those three books will be coming next summer. Lucky In Love (5/12), At Last (6/12) and Forever And A Day (7/12). Happy Reading!
GIVEAWAY: 3 copies of Head Over Heels – ebook or print – tell me your preference in your comment below – Jill will pick her winners and announce by end of day – check back to see if you’re one!
“What happened out there?” Chloe asked Sawyer.
“I ticketed Todd for the illegal bonfire.”
“He was the one who started it.”
She paused. Todd was one of those guys who could talk his way into a bank vault with nothing but a smile, and then walk out with all the money, leaving the bank manager happy to have been ripped off. He was also a native Lucky Harbor guy, and the residents were very fond of their own, troubled son or no.
Sawyer was native too, and just as well liked, if not more so. “You ticketed him even though everyone lights illegal bonfires out there?”
“Not in a high fire hazard season they don’t,” he said.
“It’s almost October.”
“Fire season,” Sawyer repeated.
“So … if I lit a campfire, you’d arrest me?”
“Ticket,” he corrected. “Not arrest. Not for a first offense.”
What was wrong with her that the stern cop thing he had going on was doing it for her? Huh. Maybe she didn’t want to fight this attraction so much as test its boundaries. “What if it was my second offense? Would you frisk and cuff me then?”
His eyes darkened. “What is it with you and my cuffs?”
“Well, if you don’t know,” Chloe said as demurely as she could, “I don’t want to corrupt you.” She made to go inside but Sawyer snagged the back of her sweater and tugged her back.
“Not so fast,” he said and studied her, giving nothing of his thoughts away. “You’re playing with me,” he finally decided.